What You Do Speaks So Loudly 소설 & 이야기

“Say it.” “I want it,” I whispered. My voice was so small, but so fucking loud in the silence. “Say it right.”

Serene loudly shouted. (Thank you for selecting my book. And Sorry for my incompetence. I love you all... Literally)

Dad asked me. “Well, I will try she doesn’t talk to me much she is very quiet”. I told dad. I concentrated on my inner wolf and asked her to talk to me and see if she could help us. When she came forward, she seemed bothered by us. Like I am intruding on her free time or something. I then had a conversation in my head. To an outsider this must look strange, and I probably look crazy, but dad just waited for me to finish. 'Oh, why must you bother me, I told you I would talk to you only if I had to’. She spoke.

“They won’t be able to hear you over the noise unless you believe your own voice louder.” He nods. “I do.” “Good.” I step back. “Then go show them.”

People tried to talk me into meeting her, said I should hear her out, clear the air. I'd already been clear. Once she crossed that line, I was gone. I pushed the mess out of my head and looked out at the lake. Annoyed, I flicked a stone into the water and watched the ripples spread. "You look unhappy. If you don't mind, you can talk to me about it." The clear, spring-soft voice at my ear made me freeze. I turned.

"Let them try. What matters is who hears you before they do." "I'm not the man they want. I'm not clean, Ceres. I've carried too much blood in my mouth to speak gently." "I don't need gentle. I need real. The kind of real that sears." "Why me?" "Because when you speak, even your enemies hold their breath. And because you're not afraid to say the thing that damns you." "You sound like you've already written my speech." "No. I'm still writing my own. Yours starts first."

Someone finally spoke what everyone was thinking: “She doesn’t need a voice. Her actions spoke louder than your lies.” * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *

Someone is in there and they’ll come out sooner or later. Since trying to civil wasn’t going to work. They’ll have to taste the psycho I have heard I have in me, multiple times. “Either you come out here, or I go in. And when I do that, you will wish of death.” I said slowly, making sure they heard every word I was uttering clearly. There is power in speaking calmly. My father always said. If you have to yell to be heard. Then you don’t deserve to be heard. As expected, it worked like magic and the person finally spoke.

We meet everyone in the big hall and the noise from everyone chatting is so loud I have to make sure to talk loir enough that they can all hear me, but now I was up here I didn't know if I would be able to. "Quiet everyone." I say loudly compared to normal but apparently not loud enough. I say it again and still nothing fuck this, as loud as I can I shout "Quiet everyone please." They all stop talking and look at me some look pissed off while other have smirks on this faces.

The words punched at me through the speakers, sharp and repetitive: liar, opportunist, revenge plot. My breath came shallow. “They’re not listening to my words,” I said. “They’re listening to the story they want.” Sophie didn’t flinch. “Then change the story you can control. Tell your friends to share. Go on record with your lawyer. Leak facts, not fury. Don’t give them the silence they can twist.” “I don’t know how to be loud without being broken,” I admitted, and the confession felt like dropping a coin into a dark well.