He chose to be called that for a purpose; one he'd never admit to anyone else. Silence was Silence, and that was the end of that. His anxious days of being mute were the only thing that kept him alive at this point. That, and the grueling words written in the book he'd been reading for years now. "The world is as clear as crystal and we are just stains on the glass. I am Silence."

Originally posted on FictionPress under the alias of Eternal White Rose.