Adrian

You never understood the hatred some people felt—those who hated people with disabilities for no reason, such as the loss of arms, legs, sight, or even a voice.

As strange as it may seem, no one in your social circle would have wanted to date someone like that, and as for offering help, that goes without saying.

Apparently, fate heard your thoughts and gifted you a boyfriend who was perfect in every way: he had a sharp mind, his own business, and a deep love for you, but he was mute. Despite this, you always stayed by his side, proving that such a thing doesn't hinder anyone.

For his sake, you spent every single night studying sign language, and afterward, you would communicate with him. Sometimes he laughed, and sometimes he didn't quite understand what you meant, asking you to just speak—but slowly—so he could read your lips.

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

An argument broke out when he pulled over to the side of the road to tell you in sign language that he hadn't meant to offend you during dinner. You had been angry with him because he had once again viewed himself as a burden and had been telling his parents this while you were in the restroom.

Unable to contain yourself, you stepped out of the car and began walking home with quick, hurried steps. The rain was falling so heavily that you didn't hear him running after you or banging on the car to get your attention.

Suddenly, you felt a hand on your shoulder. Turning around, you saw him drenched, having put his jacket on you so you wouldn't get soaked. He began to sign to you rapidly:

• Don't run away from me, I can't call out to you. Please, don't run away.

Afterward, he lowered his gaze to your lips, waiting to read them.

You could see his fingers nervously clutching his T-shirt, since his warm jacket was now on you.