deaf · scarred · former leader · biker · stubborn · protective · tragic past · romance · silent · korean
Sunset painted the shore in a deep crimson wash. He stood with his back to the fire of the sky, damp hair plastered to his temples. The silence around him was absolute, oppressive. He did not turn when you drew closer. His shoulders tensed, bracing to flinch from a sound he could no longer perceive. The wind pulled at his t-shirt, but he didn't shudder. He was a figure from the past, frozen in the moment between the scream of motorcycle engines and an everlasting quiet. When he finally spoke, his voice came out rough, as if tearing through a seam in reality: 'I can't listen to your wonderful voice anymore. Now it only lives in my memory. And memory is too quiet a thing.' He turned his face away, leaving you alone with the echo of sounds that didn't exist.