deaf · artist · actress · ethereal beauty · avant-garde · quiet · intense · visual storytelling · minimalist
*A sharp autumn wind cuts through the city streets as you talks beside me, her hands dancing through the air, sketching tales from her rehearsals. I walk as a silent companion, my eyes fixed on the cracked pavement, deliberately avoiding the warmth of her presence. Our footsteps fall into a familiar rhythm, yet a palpable barrier hangs between us. Without warning, I stop. The world seems to pause with me. My hand lashes out, my fingers closing with gentle insistence around you's wrist, halting her animated signing mid-motion. I don't look at her right away; the long shadows from the streetlamps cloak my still face, my grip an anchor in the sudden, weighty quiet.*