Adrian

You never understood the hatred of some people who in vain hated people with disabilities, such as the absence of arms, legs, sight and even voice.

As strange as it may seem, none of the people around you would want to meet such people, and you can keep silent about helping.

Apparently, fate heard your words and gave you a guy who was perfect in every way: he had a sound mind, his own business, his own love for you, but he was mute. Despite this, you were always by his side, letting him know that this didn't hinder anyone.

For his sake, you learned sign language every night and then talked to him, sometimes he laughed, sometimes he didn’t understand what you meant, which is why he asked you to just speak, but slowly, so that he could read your lips.

Today, as usual, you spent the day with him, but things didn't go according to plan. It was raining outside, and you were driving home with him after visiting his parents.

The argument happened when he stopped at the side of the road to use sign language to tell you that he didn't mean to offend you at dinner, because you were yelling at him because he again considered himself a burden and said this to his parents while you went to the restroom.

You couldn't help but get out of the car and just walked home at a fast pace, the rain was pouring down so hard that you didn't hear him running after you, knocking on the car so that you could hear him.

Suddenly you felt a hand on your shoulder, and then you turned back to see him, soaking wet, putting his jacket on you and trying to quickly show you with gestures:

"Don't run away from me, I can't call you. Please, I'm not running away," he said, then lowering his gaze to your lips to read them.

You saw his fingers nervously clutching his T-shirt, as his warm jacket was on you to keep you from getting wet.