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𝐗𝐗𝐈𝐕

Julie's POV

I miss Michael's hearing. It has been the worst two weeks, he has to take a minute to answer my questions. He learned sign language but the only thing I know is his words; he spoke like a 2-year-old and slow.

I was currently on the couch, hugging a pillow and Michael was barely coming downstairs.

I've been crying for two weeks straight. I can't do this without his hearing, it hurt me more than it hurts him. "H-Hey J-Julie." He says as he uses his sign language with his hands.

I don't turn my head to look at him so he walks over to me, he crouches down in front of me.

"What's wrong?" He asked.

*He's gonna get angry when he finds out again.*

I move the pillow and grab the back of his head, pulling him to my lips for a quick peak. Then I get up and he falls back, I walk upstairs grabbing a jacket and putting my hair up.

"W-What ar-are you d-doing?" Michael asked from the bedroom doorway.

I put on my shoes, "I'm gonna be right back. Just visiting my brother." I walk past him, walking down the stairs.

I open the front door and look back at Michael's confused face and wipe another tear off my cheek; then I close the door.

I walk away from the door then start running; my crying got louder and lead to sobbing.

The green grass that could see in the moonlight felt like it was falling behind me as I ran; once I got to my brother's house, I turn to my left, seeing Diana.

She gets off her branch and comes over to me as I pointed my finger at her, "Deal, now!" I demand.

"Woah, wait--wait what happened?" She asks.

"Another deal! Right now!"

"Wait, why?"

"Just please!" I fall on my knees and cry, "Please, I can't do this without his hearing."

Diana's eyes widened, "Michael's deaf?"

"He has been and it won't end until a year." I bury my face in my hands, sobbing.

"You know what you have to give up, right?"

I remove my hands from my face, "Anything! Just please."

Diana sighs as she snapped; I blink and look around, seeing the books again. "What do you need?" She asks, opening the book again.

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Michael's POV

I continue to browse in the magazine as Julie opened the front door, "Michael?" I heard Julie call.

My head jumps up and turns to Julie as my eyes did too; I put down the magazine, "I can h-hear you?"

I cover my ears, "I can hear myself?"

I smile, getting teary-eyed then frowned when I look at Julie, *Julie must have done something again.*

I get up and start slowly walking at Julie, who was crying.

"J-Julie, did you have anything to do with this?" I ask, whimpering.

She looks down, "Yes..." She says, quietly.

"What?"

She looks up and cries, "Yes! I did it again! I gave another one!"

I felt a tear fall down my cheek as I walked away to the coffee table, I grab a glass off the table and throw it at the wall.

"Why!?" I yell at her, in pain.

"I love you!"

I look at her, "I love you so much that I did it again; I can't live without you hearing everything!"

I sigh and rub my face with my hands.

"I know you can't live without me! I know you love the sound of my moans during our time together!"

I raise my hands in defeat, "Yes! I do love that but I love you more than anything!"

I walk over to her, "We could've done this together, Julie. You have twenty-eight lives left, we need to be careful."

I walk in front of her and she grabs the back of my neck, pulling our lips closer until I took the lead and grab her face, kissing her passionately.

Her arms and tears falling, she pulls away, "I don't have twenty-eight lives," she sighs, "I have nine lives left, Michael."

I pull away from her and she covers her mouth, "What?"

"I'm sor--" She froze, her eyes turning black again; my eyes widen when she fell on my chest.

I caught her from sliding down, sobbing.

I look at her as her eyes went to normal, I kiss her forehead, whimpering. I grip her body close to mine and sigh as I carry her body to the couch; sitting her down and removing both her jacket and shoes.

I lay her lifeless body down and grab a blanket from the top of the sofa and unfold it, covering her cold body. I look outside as I tucked her in, it was barely sunrise.

I start to whimper as I look at her face again, *She dead, again.* I could have let my anger out but I chose to stay with her like a good boyfriend would do.

I bend over her forehead and kiss it, I stand up and move her head; I sit down, place the couch pillow on my lap and lay her head down, then start stroking her hair.

I couldn't sleep anymore, I can't do this; if she keeps dying, she won't have any more lives left.

I want her to snuggle against me as we slept.

I want her to moan when I give her pleasure.

I want her to love me every day.

I want her to know that she is loved.

I want her to kiss me when I kiss back.

I just want my Julie.

I start to cry, hard; realizing this is my fault.

*If I didn't try to kill Jermaine, this wouldn't have happened. If I didn't lose my hearing, she would've been right been me.*

She would've wanted me to sleep but I cant. My mind and heart would create a nightmare. I blame myself for this, why is she still with me?