He got angry with me when I didn't answer him. Most people do. It's hard to make friends when you can't even make noise. But his anger was a different kind of anger, one I hadn't seen before. I felt the fear from my toenails to the follicles on my scalp. When floor 33 came, I hopped off the elevator and went to my room, still wondering what this mysterious stranger was hiding. It excited me, to be honest. But I really hoped he had hands.
The first thing I did back at my hotel room was take a shower. As I was getting out and grabbing a towel, I hit my elbow on the rack and almost yelped in pain, but then I remembered I was a mute. Mutes can't yelp. I broke down and sobbed silently, naked and cold on the bathroom tile. I wished I could've said something back there, wished I could've asked the beautiful stranger... his name? No, whether he had hands. Seriously, an amputee would be a real dealbreaker for me. Unless he could function using his feet.
I went to bed that night determined to find the blonde man at the breakfast bar the next morning.
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Teen Fictionmichael nodded his head to the music playing in his ears as he walked down the lonely, vacant streets of london. he kept quiet even as he walked into the lobby of the hotel he was staying at and the new bellboy greeted him. michael only gave a nod t...
