I felt down latterly. Every time I tried to initiate a conversation with you- you would simply nod or pretend you didn't see me. Was I that annoying? Maybe I was.
I just wanted to make new friends.
I gave up.
As I walked for a short trip to the supermarket, I saw you again, your lips pressed together and a cute frown smeared on your forehead as you darted your eyes between two brand of cup noodles on the display. A smile played upon my lips without even me realizing, my feet immedietly dragging me towards you- almost forgetting I gave up at being friends with you.
But I stopped midway, realization hitting me like a huge shipwreck as I watched the cashier use sign language with you.
You were mute.
YOU ARE READING
Mutism.
Short StoryI wanted hear you voice, even if it was just 1 word. I wanted to hear your voice. [Completed]
