Hearing his Heart Beat

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I'm afraid that I won't be the soulmate of my soulmate. - Anonymous
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Shanna's POV

I enter the building with the hugest scowl on my face. My doctor told my mother that I'm more likely to get depression since I wasn't born deaf and suggested a stupid teen counseling group for students that were made dead by traumatic situations, saying that they will also help improve my ASL and my moms making me go.

"Hi! You must be Shanna." A man signs as I walk in and I nod praying for this to just be over with.

"I'm Dr. BedWell." He introduces himself and I just give him a fake smile before sitting down and immediately spacing out, ignoring the conversation, not that it's hard too.

"Shanna how did you become deaf?" Dr. Bed well asks me and I shrug

"Does it matter? I mean we all have stories, but do they matter? Regardless of what happened, I go to bed and wake up each morning deaf and that might not ever change, so I don't think it matters at all." I sign, obviously annoyed by the question.

"Fair enough." Dr.Bedwell signs "So if your story doesn't matter Ms.Woods then tell me what about you does matter?"

"Nothing now that I'm deaf." I reply

"You're so much more than your ears though." A guy sitting to my left signs

"It seems like it to everyone else. I mean I lose my hearing and suddenly I'm stupid and untalented and weird and needing of pity." I sign back

"They'll treat you like that if you continue to live like that. Tell me Shanna do you think that about yourself?" Dr. Bedwell asks me and I shrug blowing off the question. I didn't come here for a session with Dr. Phil.

Thankfully I blend in with the wall for the rest of the session. As soon as he dismisses us I'm out of the door. I decide to walk home instead of call my mom. I just need to be away from everyone for a while.

I see James walk up to me with a smile on his face. Just the sight of him with his keys in his hands and his eyes as bright as ever make my mood ten times better.

"What are you doing here?" I sign

"Your mom asked me to pick you up, she said you weren't too happy to be here." He jokes and I hit him on the arm

"I'm never coming back." I sign as we get into his truck.

"Why not?" He signs back

"Cause I don't need any shoulders to cry on, I'll be fine." I reply

"But you need somebody to be there for you and to tell you that you've got this and that you're not going through all of this alone." He argues

"That's what I've got you for?" I sign almost like its a question.

"Who says I'm sticking around?" He asks, raising he eyebrows.

"The fact that you're here right now." I sign and we both laugh.

"I'm so glad that I have you." He signs and I try not to get bashful over the statement of affection.

"Just take me home dork." I joke as he finally starts his car and starts driving towards my home.