Where silence had once been his enemy, now he welcomed it. Silence never really was silence, was it? It was filled with the echoes of memory, the rich cadence of the sounds of laughter rippling through the walls kept captive by the boundaries of his mind.
A Certain Kind of Memory, jamie2109 (via waywardsongbird)
3am-unattractive-sobbing-into-the-pillow-but-knowing-your-life-is-better-for-have-reading-it kind of fic

















