ℝ𝔸ℕ𝔻𝕐 & 𝕁𝔸ℂ𝕂𝕃𝕐ℕ 𝕆ℕ𝔼𝕊ℍ𝕆𝕋𝕊🏳️🌈

The deaf boy pt.2

RYAN'S POV
We were sitting on the lawn of the park near the library where I always went, the calm surrounded us and it was really a beautiful feeling. I hated the mess, the screams, too many people put together. All this made me anxious. I was always in constant fear that my stepfather might be among these people.

Out of the blue he came slightly closer to me, looking carefully at me. Nobody had looked at me like this before. His eyes watched closely every inch of my skin. He was really focused. I had no idea what he wanted to do, but I loved what was happening right now.

I could feel his warm breath on mine, his scent was even sweeter than I felt from so close and then there was his hand resting on my cheek. His skin was soft and there was no doubt, but in contact with my skin it was a completely different sensation. It was smooth, soft, almost like a baby's skin, and his hands were small, probably an inch or two smaller than mine.

I let myself go in contact with his skin, letting him do what he wanted to do.

"You have beautiful eyes, has someone ever told you?"

"No," I admitted. I wasn't the kind of person who got a lot of compliments. My mom was special, the best woman I've ever known, but she didn't give many compliments. When she gave them, however, they had something that allowed me to never forget them. She sometimes read some of my essays and her eyes became shiny and filled with love, she said to me, every time, "it's beautiful, I'm proud of you my little one". These words, her tears and her love in her eyes made me forget, for a moment, everything else. In the evening she always gave me a kiss on the forehead before going to sleep, in the morning she gave me the good morning and always put some words, the same words, in my lunch bag "I love you, your mom". It was only thanks to her that I was still alive.

"They have very little lighter shades and they aren't quite brown, you know?"

"And what color do you think they are?"

"They're a honey color, dark honey"

"Dark honey color?"

"It just became my favorite color" we both left the ocean to merge with the earth for a brief moment, a moment that however created a kind of connection that perhaps only I felt.

"Would you like to come to my house?"

"I'd like to" he smiled, not taking his eyes off mine and I internally thanked him for this.

As we walked our hands kept touching and I desperately wanted to take his hand in mine. Who knows the wonderful feeling I would have felt.

I never realized how shy I was until then. He made me discover things about myself and it was not something that everyone would be able to do.

Suddenly he did what I didn't have the courage to do. His hand took mine, our fingers touched, almost intertwined. My God what a great feeling.

We were walking on the sidewalk at the moment there were other people, cars, mopeds and buses were traveling the streets quickly, but I didn't feel like I was going to have an anxiety attack. He was there with me, his hand held me tight to him, it was as if he didn't want to let me go. In this moment, despite everything, I felt safe. How did he make me feel this way? Maybe he was the right person, but was I the right person for him?

I opened the front door, taking the keys and entering my room.

"This is my bedroom"

We had spent two hours together after going to the bar, deciding to go for a walk in the park, then go to the shopping center and then go exclusively to the huge library just behind the shopping center.