A/N: It's my first attempt at writing a 'SAB' story so if you spot any mistakes, you are welcome to point it out. And if this one-shot, by any means, hurts anyone's opinions or values, please inform, I'll quickly correct my mistakes.

Disclaimer: 'Switched At Birth' doesn't belong to me. I am just a fan using their works for creative purposes.

That's Why

By-IQP

Emmett Bledsoe's P.O.V.

I hated hearing people. Every single one of them.

Here I was sitting on a park bench, enjoying the nature's view because I couldn't hear it and there they were, a bunch of perfectly healthy people arguing and fighting over some issue. I lip-read the angriest of the group and gathered that they were fighting over some orange juice spill.

Though I wasn't involved in this whole juice spill ordeal, it greatly pissed me off. They all had the gift of hearing and speech and this is how they used it? By fighting and shouting?

If only I had that gift. That gift of speech and hearing, I would have definitely put it to a better use. I would say my name a hundred times. Hear my own voice a million times. Once that was over with, I would take an entire day off from my schedule and just spend the day with my family and friends. I would hear each of their voice and preserve it in my head for forever. I would say each of their name and preserve the sound and tone of it as well. But alas, all that was mere wishful thinking. None of it was ever going to be real. Never.

And that's why I hated those hearing people. They had everything at their feet and they still didn't care or value it. And here I was, deaf and wishing to be them.

I hated them because I couldn't be them. No matter how I dressed or how I behaved. No matter how normal I tried to act. I couldn't be them. I was different.

And even though it wasn't my fault, I hated myself for it. Yes, I hated and blamed myself for it.

But that was past.

Now I don't have hate myself anymore. Heck, I've even started admiring myself. All because of one girl. One hearing girl.

Bay Kennish.

Bay was unlike the rest of the hearing lot. Sure, she was obnoxious and ignorant of the deaf culture. But after we met, she willingly gathered more information about the deaf culture and genuinely tried and succeeded in learning sign language. She even joined Carlton, the school for deaf, so that she could stay near me. Sigh, that girl!

A tap on my shoulder brought me out of my musings. The object of my thoughts was standing in in front of me, with a small frown adorning her cute face.

'Why are you smiling weirdly looking at those arguing group of people?' she signed 'Did you pull a prank on them or somethi-'

'No' I cut her off 'I was just thinking about someone.'

'And who might you be thinking about?' she signed as she sat down next to me.

'You' I signed and gave her dimpled, lop-sided smile.

She returned an equally dazzling smile before enveloping her arms around my torso and resting her head on my shoulder.

And we sat like that, for the next fifteen minutes, silent and enjoying the view.

And for those fifteen minutes,I forgot my Achille's heel. My supposed weakness. With Bay near me, I forgot my deafness. All I remember and cherish is the feel of her near me, in my arms.

She makes me love myself. And that's why...

I smile at the artist in my arms before kissing her forehead and giving her a one-armed squeeze. She cuddled closer to me.

And that's why I love her.