"I like you"
I mumbled, tugging his ragged green shirt. My voice cracked at the last word, knowing not ever will he hear.
Because he is deaf and speechless.
Everyday when we ride by the cornfields, I will repeat the words, each time the loneliness within me grows, twisting its vines over and through my believe that one day, he will know and love me too. He continues riding and I at the back softly hugs his back.
I got noticed and heard today, by a person, he watched as we pass by. His eyes seem to glimmer when he sees us. I found him, and bought ice cream for him. We climbed the school to its roof, watching the sun set and replaced with bright stars."Please don't tell anyone" I pleaded him, he agreed, and we left the sunset roof.
I'm still waiting,
Minutes tick,
Hours quick,
Will you know me as before?
Has we end with no effort?
YOU ARE READING
"I Love YOU"
Short StoryA broken story. By: wingless;shatteredcrow Others have said a story should have a beginning and a end, but mine never had, yet it is still deeply written into my heart.
