She felt the cold.
The area was not populated by a single soul but hers, her hair constantly touching her eyes from the air, and there were those autumn leaves that sticked to her shoes. She stood still for what seemed like hours but had been minutes. She had not uttered a single word for what looked like days. She sniffed the gelid air arriving from behind the trees as she curled her toes from underneath her boots.
There was the fact this was a December, right after sunset, which she couldn't see. It was a pity how she had lost the passion to see everything and everyone, how she couldn't bear to vision the sadness, anger, depression of others, yet she had to endure them every hour of the day herself, sending her eyes to their destruction with tears hanging by a thread and sliding over her pale cheeks.
Which seemed so pitiful for such a young girl.
It is strange how when God takes away a gift, He gifts back with another. And it is strange how while it may seem a bad thing, it turns out as an advantage sometimes.
For Ty, it was both.
She missed the days when she could know whether whoever she was talking to was happy, angry, or sad. She missed the times where none could deceive her by sound. And she missed the last hours she spent looking at him. Aiden was a person she had not met more than two months ago. She liked him, he liked her, but none of both have yet confessed actual love. How much she'd waited to do, but never could in time.
And it was too late now.
The breeze developed into destructive air that sent everything flying with a single touch, rocks, leaves, and varieties of objects soon found themselves wandering around the empty space. It had hit her several times, but could never send her to the ground no matter how strong it was, and it was stupendous for her, in a way.
Was she strong?
The soft smell of the ocean captivated her nostrils and didn't wish to let them go for a long time. How she stood there firm for so long had been a mystery for the ground she stood on. For two months, it was near impossible, she believed, to love again. She experienced metaphorical world crumble post hoc the disastrous issue of nasty liquid spill on her most precious organs. It was believed thereafter there would be no chance in love, and life was optional.
"I can hear you," she said.
The shadow didn't reply.
It touched her hair, playfully rubbing it before letting it fall swiftly from its hand. Sudden warm air found its way to the tiny hairs at the back of her neck, sending brief shivers down her spine.
As if it hadn't before.
"I know you probably won't listen, but I love you," she breathed softly as the person could only look at her coal hair, while, as much as he wished, could not compliment her on it. The nasty rays of the sun hadn't decided till that moment to come and at least try to send some pleasure through the duo. It stayed where it favored, leaving them both alone.
She took a shaky breath, "You never listened, actually," she said, "you never seemed to hear anyway. I just talked, and talked, and talked.
"It seemed I spoke to myself all the time."
The chirping birds turned into shrieking crows that flew above. If this was your first time in that place, you'd probably thought it was a cemetery or more.
But for Ty, it did not matter much.
"I had no one to tell, you see," she continued, holding her three salt drops from falling, "I had only told you, but again, you never seemed to listen. You didn't even reply. That was heartbreaking, you know."
He had not moved throughout her entire speech. He had not replied, either. But he knew she spoke.
"Put your hand on my heart," she whispered.
He didn't.
"Listen to me for once! Put it!" She couldn't handle how much ignorance had she received for so long. So much. So much it wasn't fair at all. She turned to him and grabbed his hand from her shoulders, guiding them to her chest where the little life muscle resumed its work.
"This is how my heart pumps when I meet you, okay? Don't ask me why, I don't know either. Just accept it as it is and. . .well, I don't care if you don't reply either! To hell with it!" she shouted between gasps for breath.
He didn't reply.
He took her hand slowly and placed it on his heart, controlling his breathing and smiling softly as he saw a trail of falling tears roll down her cheeks to the earth.
"Why didn't you tell me earlier, then?" she sobbed silently, "Why? Why did you have to torture me for two whole months? I never told anyone about you, so no one could comfort me, why?"
He didn't reply.
She had the last straw. She threw herself on his shoulders and broke down in tears, shaking her head and muttering soft things like, 'Why?' , 'Dammit.' and 'This is nonsense.'
She couldn't know. She wouldn't be able to know. There would be nobody to tell her that he never heard her and will never be able to.
He was deaf, she was blind. Both appeared melanoid to each.
She saw nothing, he heard none, but both could feel the cold.
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