Silence, a weapon of a very intelligent person, some takes the silence for submission, some take silence as the calm before the storm, some accepts the silence some rejects it, insults it as the source of weakness. Silence is more than what comes to the eye, it has many faces, some are ugly, some blissful, and as always ignorance is a bliss. Scarlett had always been silent, whenever she was beaten, she was neglected, she kept her silence, it might look like a silence of submission, but it was a silence of love, her love for the ones she had thought were her family was overpowering. Her love was mixed with the silence, her hope keeping her together that she would have her mother back and her father would adore her like he adored her when she was six.
Niccoló could notice Scarlett fumbling
