@wolfkept / continued from here.
fierceness festers in the foulest way. stress and anger turn him into a clock that ticks loudly in everybody’s ears , as if waiting for someone to take out its batteries and forget it. despite his attitude , edward never wants to be ignored or forgotten , especially by his parents. only if his mind would be clearer would he understand that he is given time to breathe and sort out his thoughts. but the silence is mistaken for ignorance , the time is taken for anger. his heart beats loudly from where he’s sitting , the book that he took from his father’s collection long forgotten next to him , as eyes beg for the man to turn and look. the silence kills him. his bottled up emotions turned into words when he spoke. once out of his mouth , edward felt like his soul no longer felt crushed , the lump in his throat was gone and eyes no longer hurt.
he had thought that the source of silence was remus’ own indignation , like the one that he had to face when he did something wrong and he had to face his own mistakes in front of his father. the silence was nothing but respect , it was only edward’s own acrimony that twisted it. head hangs low in shame. he feels like a child again. there is no scolding , no gazes thrown over at him that say you need to realize your mistakes , but there is the guilt that he used to feel as a child when he said the wrong things. ‘ oh, ’ he croaks , ‘ i didn’t realize. i thought you were ignoring me because... i don’t know why. ’ he pauses and fidgets , eyes looking at the floor. ‘ i thought you were angry because i was angry. ’