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And in the naked light, I saw
Ten thousand people, maybe more
People talking without speaking
People hearing without listening
People writing songs that voices never shared
And no one dared
Disturb the sound of silence
- Sound of Silence, Simon & Garfunkel
Stiles Stilinski didn’t sing.
It was a well known fact among their friends. None of them really understood it. It was hard to, of course, because he never talked about it. Scott had been there when the change happened, obviously, but even he was hard pressed to explain it. Allison had gotten the message after the countless times she’d tried to coax him to sing with her and Scott during a road trip, when he’d just smiled and shook his head. The others had either not thought about it, or had but written it off as Stiles being Stiles. Of course, if Lydia and Jackson had paid him a little more attention during their younger years, they would have known that it wasn’t always like that. But, they didn’t.
So, Stiles didn’t sing. He didn’t do music at all. He never hummed a tune that was stuck in his head (which happened often, you know). No matter how much his fingers itched for the feel of rough guitar strings, or the smooth keys of a piano, he never indulged. Over time, the memories had faded, and Stiles Stilinski forgot he ever even used to sing.
That is, until he was reminded.