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He was just across from me when I first saw him. We met because we're both at an art class in the park.

The instructor said to paint all our unspoken words. I laughed in my head at that one.

You see I wasn't born with the inability to speak. I just was never taught properly.

My parents were to busy fighting, or working, or whatever they were doing. That they rarely spoke to me.

I taught my self how to read and write because my mom, after my parents divorced, didn't have enough money to send me to school.

I tried to learn how to talk, but word never fell out quit right. I later learned what I had was a random speech disorder that caused a lisp.

Not that anyone would want to talk to me. As a kid the other kids wouldn't play with me, they thought I was scary.

You see I'm what's called an albino, the color in my hair, skin, and eyes, is lacking. My hair is an off white color, my skin is pale, and my eyes are a milky light blue.

As I got older the fear of the other kids turned to bullying, and I started not going to the park. Then I stop going outside altogether.

As I had never really experienced the world, at eighteen I left home and found what today is my best friend.

I was just looking for a place to stay for a bit, and I found Oli. He's honestly the nicest person I've ever met.

Anyways, enough of that talk, it's quit depressing thinking of my past, the guy I met at art.

His name is Phil, he told me that when he first walked around to see my artwork. The name fits a bubbly person like himself.

The reason he came over in the first place was my painting. He said it spoke to him in a way that the others didn't.

He said the painting was angry, yet calm, broken, yet beautiful. Then he said art reflects heavily on the artist.

I smiled at that, I hadn't gotten a complement in a while. Sadly I had tell him I could speak. The look on his, of disappointment and failure, was one that made me, for the first time, want to talk back.

It made me want to start a conversation, because nobody had ever looked at me the way he did.

And for the first time, I silently wished, that he would always look at me like that.

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So this is just a preview into a new book I might start called Silent Wishes.

I'm taking the story from another account I have so if you see this same story or one close to it on a different account, I'm not copying and neither is that account there both mine.

I can remember the password to be able to take it down off that account. So yeah.

Anyways
See ya.