Picture My Voice

Picture My Voice

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For Marlowe... Imagine this: you're a high school Senior with grades, college, family, and friends to worry about. Sounds pretty normal, right? Wrong. For Ryan.... Imagine this: you're a high school Senior, deaf, haven't been to a public school since you were six, and just want to be treated normally. Sounds pretty difficult, right? Right. Copyright ⓒ 2016 by cc_k_b All Rights Reserved
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'You don't even know me,' He shrugged. 'I feel like I do.' 'True, I feel the same way. I don't know, like a pull... What was your name in highschool?' I asked with widened eyes. 'What school did you attend?' 'My name was RW, why?' My head swelled as images flashed in my head, no wonder I felt it. 'You are the jerk who got my drink doctored and raped me! You took my virginity!' ~~~ Kristal, a beautiful lady in her late thirties, a feminist and sharp mouthed peacock. Money was the least of her problem, power, she had her brother, cousin and friend to get that for her if she wanted. She was a hardworking woman, a blogger and a good friend. The only thing that bothered her was forgetting the devil that took her pride away and fled, forgetting the touch of the guy that took advantage of her. Her love life was a mess as she couldn't find the right man to fill the emptiness in her life and heart, the right man to erase the one she was forever stuck with. Ryan Walker, a medical doctor who had lived half his life in Italy, lived in regret and depression in the inside but jovial to the outside. His regret revolved around the last shit he did before leaving his birth country, getting stuck with the image of just one girl, drowning in unsatisfaction just for one person. Tired of sleepless nights; nights of regrets, a life of depression and pain, he decided it was time he fixed his mistake; he was going to claim what he should have claimed a long time ago.

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