She stared at the post-it note knowingly.

She couldn’t. She just couldn’t. She looked at the boy who had planted it there.

“Why are you like this? Why do you write instead of speaking?” She put a hand on his shoulder. “I’m right here.”

Oliver nodded, not saying a thing. “Are we going?” He signed.

The girl rolled her eyes. “Why aren’t you talking to me lately? This isn’t like you.”

Oliver’s face scrunched. “I can’t anymore,” he signed.

The girl stared at him. “Why?”

The boy ripped the post-it note off the wall and wrote on the back with the fountain pen that had been on the desk.

“I can’t anymore. I’ll loose you if I do.”

The girl shook her head when she skimmed the words he had written.

“It’s the curse, isn’t it?” The girl looked wearily at the boy.

He nodded.