Disclaimer: Don't own the OC, but I do live there J BTW the song is "Paint the Silence" by South.
Author's Notes: I'm sorry this isn't my other story, but I really like this one. This story does stem from what didn't happen in "The Shower" and what I think should have happened. This chapter is a sort of road map it lays out what is going to happen in later chapters. I hope you enjoy this story as much as I enjoyed writing it!
Dedication: To Laura Bridgemen, Helen Keller and the all the others who had to endear life in a dark and silent world.
Paint the Silence
How can you say your life is empty
April 25, 2014
It was ten years to the day that sight and sound left Ryan Atwood's world for good, but he didn't know that. Dates didn't have meaning in Ryan's life. He only knew about the passing of days when people intruded in on the darkness and silence.
It had been years since he could tell the passing days by the sunrise and sunset, now he just felt it through his open hand. His only link to the world beyond his own, was through his hands. His hands were his lifelines, his passport into the seeing and hearing world and he'd be completely stranded in his dark silence without them.
Through his hands Ryan learned that Marissa had turned him in for a compatible model. Through finger spelling of delicate hands he had learned the name of his future wife:
E-M-M-A. Through hands that shook with an unbelievable grief that Ryan knew not yet of, two words were spelled: H-E
D-I-E-D. Through hands that shook with the expectant joy of an expectant father Ryan learned one word that changed his world: G-I-R-L.
As if on cue, little knees started bumping into his legs and as they did Ryan pulled the three-year-old (he was quite confident she was three) bundle of joy into his lap. His little Tessa. His little angel, who he cuddled relentlessly with blinded love to make up for the ways he was absent from her world.