I was waiting to load the plane with my father. I was fiddling with my sweatshirt and looking at the photo Matt made me as a gift and I started to cry. No the load sobbing but the silent tears that burned my face and the slipped out of my eyes.
For being a deaf guy, the silence was killing me. There was a multitude of screen with different arrival and departure times. There was a sea of unknown faces, some in a line and most sitting, chattering away with each other or on the phone. Those who were standing were chasing children or were too nervous to sit.
Time seem to fly by for it was time to board the plane. The line formed and we took to the back. My dad had just got on the plane as I was about to leaving, I turn around for one last look at America and I saw him. Matt was running, full speed, at me and screaming wait. People were giving weird looks.
I excuse myself from the lady; she says I have ten minutes before I have to be on the plane. I drag myself over to him. Matt. He was huffing. He had his hands on his knees. I started to feel cold
"Jace, I'm sorry." I started to tremble, my legs gave out. Matt catches me before I hit the ground. "Babe, what happened? What's wrong?" Panic set in his voice. His eyes gaze down to my side. There was a dark crimson liquid freshly flowingly out on my side. He shouted, "CALL A GOD DAMN ABMUENCE!" someone scurried off and I sat in Matt's warm arms.
"I'm sorry I didn't believe you." I cough a couple times
"Shush, it's okay. I am so sorry I ignored you but you are going to be okay and we will get over this okay." I shake my head, "Hey, no don't give up. Remember we are supposed to get married. We are supposed to adopt a baby girl and a baby boy. Remember, Eden and Cole, we are going to raise them and love them as our own. We are going to get a nice house and we will live a long life, we will have grandchildren and maybe even great grandchildren. And, and we are going to grow old and die at a ripe old age together."
"Matt" I raise my hand to his cheek and blush it lightly. He takes a hold my hand and squeezes. "I love the sound of your voice, keep talking and take this." I set a tiny, round object into his hand and close my eyes.
His kisses always take my breath away; I smiled as a tear rolled down my cheek.
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When Can I Hear Your Voice?
RomanceEveryone has those first day jitters, right? Would it be any different if you came from a different country? Jace Wilson has just moved from Russia to America with his dad. His first impression: America is weird. On his first day at Ocean Creek Hig...
