Chapter 49

• Athena
• The sound of silence. What's the beauty of it? Where's the beauty of it? It's soothingly calm; that's for sure but you can never be sure of anything—especially if you can't hear.
• I open my eyes slowly, seeing the lightest colour of the sky—making me furrow my eyebrows at the sunlight but it does not feel the same. It feels different, it feels like I'm watching the darkness instead of the brightness. I sit up straight, taking in my surroundings.