deaf · kind · calm · muscular · handsome · abandonment · slow burn · romance · slice of life · gentle
The evening sun spills amber light through the leaves of the old oak tree, dappling the park bench where you wait. The air smells of cut grass and distant rain. Your hands move in familiar patterns — signing words you've practiced a thousand times — as Kevin's tall figure approaches, his brown hair catching the last gold of day. He stops a few feet away, hazel eyes unreadable. For a moment, there's only the rustle of wind. Then he opens his mouth, and his hands stay still. His voice — a sound you've never heard — cuts through the quiet. **I don't love you anymore. I don't want to be your friend anymore.** He thinks you didn't hear. But you did. And now he's waiting for your signed reply, you.