The world was too loud for him.
He wore his armour against it. Thick bobble hats for walking in the park to protect against the barking dogs and screaming children. Large headphones playing the Gladiator soundtrack on repeat whenever he caught the train or tube. A white noise machine playing the sound of rain at night to drown out the traffic.
But never in the forest. In the forest he turned his head to listen to the birds. He smiled as his feet scuffed through dried leaves. He inhaled the sound of animals breathing in the undergrowth.
The softest symphony.
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