“This isn’t right and you know it. You yell and scream and beg for conflict no matter who it is you talk with. Even now, she hears every single word you pitch at her, though she remains silent, refusing to hit strikes. Believe me, I know how it is to be on the receiving end of her gaze. If you weren't looking straight into those eyes, you'd almost think she was just ignoring you. But those eyes silently yell, so you know that she's not. Every single word goes into her ears and is carefully dissected, but never returned. That look distracts from your own words, but neither you nor she can care. And your blood which is already boiling with the heat of your own voice only runs faster and faster, ‘cause time tends to slow when hearts are racing. And only now that her silence has stopped your momentum, do you realize she's not fighting back for a reason. She's not scared or angry, but she’s been hurt enough to know there isn't any point to it. This conflict you climb your way to the top of always reads the same, always hurts more than it helps. So she just sits there and stays silent, and lets you cry out your silent pleas. Don’t you miss the silence? Please?”