Violets P.O.V
It's hard for some people in this world when it comes to how they feel, what they want, and they go over the reasons why they want to belong in this world of mistakes.
I guess I would to if I was helpless or hopeless. This big world is big enough for all of us but this world can't handle emotions and ambitions like our imaginations can. I thought about this while I moped around in my room, the curtain closed shut just so I don't have to face Frank.
I was thinking of Frank he doesn't know how to handle a person who's deaf like me. He's met his first one, me. I guess I sorta overreacted but it sorta hurt me because labels kill me like a label on a cigarette box. I think that if I was to be accepted in this world I would be a whole completely different person to other people.
I decide moping around is not the best answer in life but it does surely help when you have a tub of ice cream in your hands and Ryan Gosling movies. I totally sound like a girl who got her heart broken but I didn't I just felt hurt and stuffed my face in ice cream for two days. I wasn't looking since I was concentrated on the book in my lap and I didn't notice a person sitting next to me. I look up. It's Frank.
"What do you want?," I sign and he runs a finger through his hair.
"I came to say I didn't know I was being insensitive," he signed, well he certainly practiced sign language.
"I can see you practiced sign language," I sign back. He raises his hand and signs again.
"Don't change the subject," he signs, " look I'm so sorry I didn't know you would react that way, so will you forgive me?," he finished, his hands in a praying formation. I take a moment.
Apologies were deep and momentous and well sincere. I searched his face for all of that and surely there it was deep in his pupils was sincerity and deepness. Forgiving was not the same as forgetting though, when you forgive its like yeah I guess its cool, for now. No one can forget though, its impossible you will never forget your first kiss right? Then why would you forget something tragic? Logic my friends logic. I stare up at him and my hands are up ready to sign.
"Whatever, sure,' I sign and a huge smile comes across his face and his face shows that he's relieved with my answer as he inhales and exhales.
Frank looks around the room though, tubs of ice cream are scattered, I'm pretty sure I gained weight, and my thousands of Nicholas Sparks movies and books. He looks confused and then he laughs. Laughs, motherfuc-
"Don't ask please," I sign when he looks at me again. He nods and signs that he has to go and leaves me behind closing the door. I sigh and fall back into my bed.
Andreas P.O.V
Tsk tsk tsk, Violet that girl is something special I tell ya she is all drama just storming off to God knows where. We eventually found her though sipping on some coke on the back porch occasionally puffing and huffing a cigarette. This all sounds like some chick lit. Frank too is dramatic kept panicking and fidgeting around while we walked around in darkness for two hours looking for Violet, the things I do for that girl.
Frank and I chatted a bit, mostly about fishing and sports. I almost asked him if there were any like him in the town but safely I bit my tongue from doing so.
I walked on the boardwalk, flip flops thwacking against the wooden structure, I squinted through my sunglasses as I stared ahead. I saw a couple of guys here who caught my eye, ok I have to admit it but, I am desperate. Yup I am, times ten.
It gets too hot for me to be walking so I sit and I continue observing everybody on the boardwalk. This is what I loved about this place, the antiqueness, the coney island feel. I see one guy come up to me and I smile to myself, I got one. He's not that bad looking, brown almost black hair, green mystical eyes, pale way to pale skin, he's like another Scarlett. He says something and I read:
