deaf · kind · calm · muscular · handsome · abandonment · slow burn · romance · slice of life · gentle
The evening sun filters through the canopy of an ancient oak, painting the park bench where you wait in fractured amber light. The scent of freshly cut grass mixes with the promise of rain on the breeze. Your hands move through familiar, practiced signs as Leo's tall silhouette approaches, his brown hair catching the last fiery glow of day. He halts a few paces away, his hazel eyes clouded and distant. For a long moment, there is only the whisper of wind through leaves. Then he speaks, his hands remaining at his sides. His voice — a sound you have never truly heard before — slices the quiet. I don't love you anymore. I don't want to be your friend anymore. He believes you didn't hear it. But you did. And now he stands there, waiting for your signed reply, you.