Archer's Voice

by Mia Sheridan

“They don’t know who you are, Archer. They have no idea. And they don’t deserve to know. Don’t let their judgment hurt you.”

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Sometimes an understanding silence was better than a bunch of meaningless words.

Maybe there was no right or wrong, no black or white, only a thousand shades of gray when it came to pain and what we each held ourselves responsible for.

Just my name held so lovingly in his hands made my heart feel lighter.

his eyes told me everything his voice couldn’t. We communicated a thousand words, without a single one being spoken.

well. Bad things don’t happen to people because they deserve for them to happen. It just doesn’t work that way. It’s just…life. And no matter who we are, we have to take the hand we’re dealt, crappy though it may be, and try our very best to move forward anyway, to love anyway, to have hope anyway…to have faith that there’s a purpose to the journey we’re on. I grabbed his hands in mine for a second and then let go so I could continue. And try to believe that maybe more light shines out of those who have the most cracks.

realized that people’s reactions had more to do with them, more to do with who they were, than anything about me.

She asked me the sign for love and I spelled out your name.

think love is a concept, and each person has an individual word for what sums it up for them. My word for love is “Bree.”

Archer Hale’s voice was one of the most beautiful things in the whole wide world.

And her love slips quietly around me, holding me, anchoring me, reminding me that the loudest words are the ones we live.