Short Stories

Love

Love: (n) Affection shown towards another

Love.
Who knew a four-letter word could mean so much to anyone.
All of my life I had known that word, seen it everywhere, heard about it in church and from others, but I never felt it like I did with him.
He was beautiful, like the sun and the moon and everything under them, with creamy chocolate-brown eyes so deep that I could stare into them for hours and not know the full extent of their beauty. I loved him, but he would never hear my voice. He was deaf, never hearing the music that he knew I adored, never knowing the sounds of the frogs and cicadas in the summer or the crackling of falling leaves in the fall. He could see all the beauty, but never hear it. Others teased him, asking him questions right into his ears and when he didn't answer, they would hit him, slap him, kick him. I fought back, but they always returned. They would shout curses like he didn't know what they were saying, but he could read lips. He always knew what insults they threw at him, but he acted as if they didn't matter, like he was a statue, completely oblivious to everything. He was strong, and I loved him for that. And no one, no matter how hard they tried, could tell me otherwise.

(This story is completely a work of fiction, no characters are real or even based off of real characters)