Arbit IV

All you need for happiness, sometimes, is a different kind of love. The mute kind, that doesn't show itself, doesn't speak, but ripples just below the surface. Like when they met so many weeks and months after a painful separation, and it was like the good old days. The love was there all right, a silent undercurrent bridging the gap, reminding them why they'd fallen in love in the first place. The love didn't utter a word, but he was happier than he'd been in ages, and she laughed for real after a long, long time.