Damien walked into his living room and smiled. He saw the back of Pip's head as he sat on the couch, staring blankly at the TV. Damien ambled on over to him and wrapped his arms around Pip's long, slender neck from behind. Pip barely flinched at the sudden embrace. He didn't even turn his head to glance at Damien. He just continued to stare blankly at the TV.
He was so used to Damien randomly touching him that it didn't bother him anymore. He was now used to the cold, clammy feel of his boyfriend's hands.
Damien noticed that the TV was on mute. After realizing this, he let out a short laugh. 'It is perfectly understandable,' He thought. 'Why would he want to hear someone else's voice when he can't even hear his own?' Damien stood there, leaning over the couch with his arms around Pip's neck and read the subtitles at the bottom of the television screen.
Finally, Damien broke the almost eerie silence by leaning closer to Pip's ear and whispering; "It's not so bad is it? To be a mute?" He asked. His hot breath tickled Pip's ear. Pip's eyes narrowed at that question. He knew he could not answer it. Even if he could, he couldn't answer it truthfully out of fear of angering Damien. His still sore lips twitched. Pip winced. He can not move his lips. When he does a sharp pain shoots through his face.
thick, blood stained, black thread zigzagged through Pip's lips. His mouth was sewn shut. He was unable to speak, he could only make humming nosies. It's so sad. He used to talk all the time. People would even get mad at him and tell him to shut up when he babbled on. Adults and older people told him he talked to fast and needed to slow down. But despite people criticizing him for talking, he loved it. He was proud of his thick British accent and good grammar. It was to bad nobody else appreciated it as much as he did.
That's why Damien sewed his mouth shut in the first place. He above all other people hated the sound of Pip's voice. Being so close to Pip meant that he had to hear him talk all the time. He finally snapped one day. He told Pip that nobody liked to hear his voice, that it angered them. That was the truth but he lied when he said that he only did it for Pip's own good, not just for his own selfish reasons.
Ever since that horrible day, Pip hadn't felt the house. He was to ashamed of his new appearance. Losing his voice had made him a ghost of what he once was. He no longer had that cheerful glow to him anymore. That happy glint in his crystal blue eyes had disappeared in the now deep pools of dull blue. His once healthy skin had paled. He was merely a shadow of the boy he once was. It was such a drastic change in just a few days.
"You see Pip? We don't need to share our feelings or talk for hours to show our love." Damien said. He pecked Pip on the cheek. "Just being with each other is enough." He said that with such glee and insincerity that even Pip noticed. Damien unwrapped his arms from Pip's neck, moving his hands to Pip's shoulders. "Don't worry," He said cheerfully. "You'll get used to it. Soon you wont even miss talking."
With that last optimistic statement Damien let go of him and walked away, leaving Pip alone again to stare blankly at the silent TV.