Disability ❇︎ MYG

Mute

I am mute.

My world is utterly hollow.

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My mind swarms with countless human emotions, but I cannot express them through spoken words. I cannot talk to him about my dreams, cannot tell him how much he means to me, cannot tell him how much I love him.

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I parted my pale lips, wanting to yell out his name, but nothing ever came out except for a choked huff. This cements the devastating reality in which I don't have a voice.

I was forced to give up numerous things in change of immortality, I didn't have a choice. Memories about my past human life were washed away by the time I was thrown into the cruel ocean.

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Yoongi shoved open the ageing oak door and slumped down next to my enormous glass tank. His indelible deep voice purred: "Morning, my lovely."

Whenever he calls me 'lovely' I would always beam gleefully as a reply.

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I replayed countless memories of our time together, and I will try my damned hardest everything stays ineffaceable.

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He lifts his right arm above me as his left hand held a blade against his wrist. Taking the hint, I immediately draw near the edge of the tank, efficiently catching the drops of blood. After years of living together this became run-of-the-mill.

I was able to predict his next moves, and apprehend the significance of every small gesture. He could also understand mine, no need for speech.

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I watched a blood drop diffuse into dark red silk underwater; it was truly mesmerising.