Awake and alive.

A simple love story..

He stroked back the dreadlock that fell in my face, using his left hand. He smiled and shifted so he could write with his right hand. Picking up the Sharpie that was across pad of college ruled paper, he wrote in his chicken scrawl, Talk to me.

Rolling my eyes, I took it after he set it back down and wrote: Why?

If anyone were to come by, they’d think I was insane, talking to a deaf man. Just to please him, I fell from my side to my back and glanced over at him. He took my hand and stroked it with his thumb.

“I honestly don’t know why you make me talk to you. It doesn’t make sense. But, since you like to put me on the spot like this, I suppose that I’ll take the chance to say that I love you and don’t know what I would do if I didn’t have you. Oh, and I figured out what your Christmas present it. I like surprises, so I’m not going to tell you even though you can’t hear me.”

I smirked at him and picked up the Sharpie once more.

Did I really have to do that?

Grinning that cheesy smile, he nodded and sat up from the grass. From down here, he against the sky was absolutely breath taking. I couldn’t help but grin back at him as he pulled me up to a seated position as well.

He snatched the paper and the marker and folded up his legs to use as a writing surface. A smile was on his face as he scrawled on the paper, not looking up for a while. Soon enough, he turned it around so I could read it.

I wanted to tell you something.

I raised my eyebrows to inquire ‘what’ without having to take the paper and write it.

There was a reason why I had you talk to me, again.

Once more, I rolled my eyes and I cocked my head to the side, wondering what it could be.

I was going to wait until Christmas and surprise you, but I want to tell you now.

He showed it to me one last time before setting the pad down and throwing the Sharpie down next to it, losing it in the tall grass. Face serious, but eyes smiling, he took both my hands and pulled me closer.

“I woke up this morning to my sister on the phone with you. I sat beside her on the couch, holding in the tears, just listening to your voice. And, Kat, it’s the best thing to hear first when your hearing comes back after a lifetime of silence.”

Author's Note

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Reviews

[paparapapa]

Oh my. This is really a beautiful and sweet scene. Ugh, it makes me giddy. Haha. I seriously loved it! However, it needs a little bit of editing. Like the first line. You started with "His hand..." then you ended that same sentence with "...using his left hand." Just a little bit of polishing though. Anyway, this is one short but really captivating story from you. Really good job! ;)

[Alyssia Elise Screiber]

a touching story:) like it