Mute.

[42] - epilogue

[42] - epilogue

is there one person you love? a person that you'd protect with your life?

J.

justin. justin had never wanted to care for anyone else, but his mother. he did not like that he should care from everyone, while they turned their shoulders at him in disgust. but, season did not do that. . .

she actually cared for him, and now, justin made sure that he felt the same way for her.
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the midnight sky beamed down on the city, as justin slept in his bed. his soft snores were the only thing you could hear in the bedroom. his arms were above his head, his chest raising and falling as he exhaled and inhaled through his mouth.

the television across the room was brightly lighting up the room, yet it wasn't enough to wake him up from his deep slumber under the large duvet. the cold air and the snow frosting over the windows of the home.

he tried to contain as much warmth he could, but the main source was suddenly gone. like a switch was turned off and justin immediately started to feel cold, even with all the sheets up to his chest. this sudden change at midnight made his shift and swirm, his body cold.

a silent groan escaping through the opening between his lips, his body rolling over to the other side of the bed, but when he did not find the warmth, justin instantly woke up from his sleep to investigate the problem.

his dazed eyes glanced down to the bed, seeing the sheets at the bottom of the bed, and no one laying next to him. reaching up, justin rubbed his eye, before a yawn pushed through his lips. he looked towards the television, a commercial for mcdonald's flashing on the screen.

but, he didn't care about the television, he cared for his wife that was not in bed with him. an inaudible sigh of irritation leaving through his lips, once he pushed the sheets off of his body, and exited the bed. he felt the frosty air brushing up against his body.

ignoring everything else, justin sniffed the air around him, before reaching for a pair of his jogging pants and putting them on. he didn't leave the bedroom before grabbing the remote and turning the television off.

coming into the hallway that could lead him to where his wife was, justin thought about where she could be and went to pick the most important room. the white door with the letters that would spell the most important name on it in blue letters.

a wholehearted smile stayed imprinted on justin's face, lighting up his features, quickly. grabbing onto the cool metal knob of the door, justin went to open it up and find his wife. just the thought of what he could see behind this door made him burst into smiles and warmth.

without a word, justin swung the door open slowly and instantly saw the love of his life bent over the blue crib in the corner of the room. his eyes scanned over her whole body, taking a detour right down to her plump and pert backside.

letting his tongue slip out of his mouth and slide across his bottom lip, justin stepped into the room and shut the door. he let go of the door, and remembered that if he did not speak, he'd scare her badly.

"baby," justin's hoarse voice filled the air around the three, and the woman over the crib pulled back from the small child and looked towards the door. she immediately met eyes with justin, and gasped like she'd been caught doing something she wasn't supposed to be doing.