Soundless || Crankiplier #Watty's2017

Chapter Eleven

Doctor Franta worked with me for the next few weeks, teaching me how to speak with a constant smile on his face.

Every day, Mark would play the old guitar in the lobby for me, singing while playing a few chords. It was more beautiful than my dreams could ever conjure. This was real. This was happiness.

Mark and I had been kissing quite a bit lately, and became the favorite couple amongst all of the staff.

At night, I would always cry though, because when Mark fell asleep, and the sound of people chattering didn't reach my ears, I would doubt. I would doubt my mind my thoughts my self.

It was terrifying to question your entire life to the point where you are in tears.

Tonight, was silent.

I couldn't stand it.

Tears rolled down my face, as my heavy inhales, and exhales moved the larger man behind me, who had draped an arm over my waist, and was breathing lightly on the back of my neck.

The room was spinning, and the silence pressed against my ears, like cotton. I whimpered into the silence, hoping to reassure myself that it wasn't a lie.

I could hear it, but it wasn't enough. I wanted to hear something that would last.

Connor said that I should try singing, so my voice wouldn't be as squeaky, nor wobbly as what it is now. I had never tried to sing before, but I knew plenty of songs. Over the past few days, one had stuck out.

I closed my eyes, trying to remember the words of the song Mark had sang for me the day before.

I could only remember part of it, but I didn't care.

"This is the first day of my life... glad I didn't die before I met you, thought it strange, you said everything changed... you felt as if you'd just woke up... this is the first day of my life. First day of my life..." I figured some words were wrong, and switched, but I was content.

In that moment I was content with myself.

"That was amazing, Ethan." I jumped at the startling deep voice against the shell of my ear. A crimson blush filled my cheeks, and a small smirk tugged at the corners of my mouth.

I didn't expect him to start singing back.

"Yours was the first face that I saw I think I was blind before I met youI don't know where I am, I don't know where I've been, but I know where I want to go, and so I'd thought I'd let you know... that these things take forever, I especially am slow, but I realized that need you, and I wondered if I could come home." I slowly turned to watch him as he sang quietly. As soon as he stopped singing, I pulled him closer, and pressed our lips together. I felt the familiar tingle in my lips, and roaring butterflies in my stomach.

My brain melted, and I felt as if I was flying. This must be love.

I felt a pull to him, as if we couldn't be separated, I tried to pull away, scared of the feeling, but I couldn't stand leaving him.

I knew he felt it too, because Mark pulled me closer, our bodies flush to each other. We were soaring in a kiss. I couldn't feel the bed beneath us anymore.

There was no telling how long we were in a lip lock, but when I pulled away, Mark was practically glowing.

"It's our song."