Age Recommendation: 18+
A little sister has lost her words, but finds something else.
Trent was twenty, and Mia was eighteen, when his sister stopped talking.
It wasn't really something that anybody noticed at first. They'd all expected the tears and quiet at the funeral. Losing your entire family in one fell swoop has that kind of effect on people.
The night after the funeral was also the first time the two of them shared a bed. Mia cried when Trent had said he was going to bed, and grabbed the elbow of his shirt. Refusing to move until he understood that she didn't want to be alone.
The two of them had ended up cuddling quietly, together and safe.
That was all two years ago.
Mia still hadn't said a word since. That wasn't to say that she couldn't communicate. The blonde bombshell had no issues getting anybody to understand what it was she wanted.
And whilst she might not speak, Trent had spent more than one night burying his head under a pillow after she brought a date home. Well, sometimes burying his head.
The morning afterwards was generally guilt-filled and awkward, with furtive glances and the two of them avoiding each other.
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