Its the traditional story, with the one exception no one heard of. Mitch had waited and waited for the number on his shoulder reached 0. He had waited for just over 18 years. 219 months. 6,758 days. And now the day was here. On this day, he was destined to meet his soulmate. Or so he thought.

Picture a world where you couldn't speak. When you were mad, you couldn't rant. When you were sad, you couldn't talk about it. When you were happy, you couldn't let people know. This was Mitch's reality.

"I'm so alone." He says. "Everyone I love, and have cared for, is gone. They moved away from Arlington like it was no problem, and here I am. I am struggling. Leaving Arlington is like leaving my happiness."