[BoyxBoyxGirl. Polyamorous]
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Falling for the best friend of her crush wasn't on Martha's bingo card. She had more important things to worry about, like the disappearance of her mother which led to the loss of her voice.
But amidst investigations...
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How can I describe hope?
It's like a seed that's buried in the ground. Often forgotten, often unattended to But one day it sprouts to life, so mesmerizing and full of colours, we question how we've survived without it for so long?
At least that's what it feels like to me.
I look at her and for the first time ever, I can really see her. Behind her square spectacles are grey eyes that look like they've seen way too much. There are bags underneath which her poorly applied foundation does nothing to conceal. I can see her unnaturally red hair, dyed to mask the greying underneath. I can see her lips stretch into a small smile that actually seems genuine.
The comfortable couch, the smell of lavender and lemon, the bowl of sweets on the table, the potted plants... It isn't a ruse. She genuinely seeks the comfort of her patients. I can see the awards on her wall and certificate from Harvard University. She's worked hard to get here and she's not afraid to show it.
It's so unreal. I've been coming here for a while now, but it feels like I'm seeing her for the first time. The fake freckles applied underneath her eyes, her colourfully painted nails, the way the tips of her ears are always red and how she plays with the wedding band on her finger as she watches me.
I see you, Linda! I really do!
"You've actually been listening to everything I've been saying today." She grins and I nod as I reach over for a sweet. It's strawberry flavoured.
"You're in a good mood."
I nod again and her grin stretches even wider.
For the first time in a while, I answer all her questions and listen to the advices she gives and when she tells me she's sure I'm close to speaking again, I can't help but believe her.
I can feel it. I can feel the itch in my throat and somehow, I just know that a verbal life isn't far from me anymore.
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Walking over to Jonathan's table feels incredibly natural and Cece doesn't seem to mind. She waves over at Jason who has already moved to create space for her.
