So I know no one actually reads these stories, but here's another one anyway. If you did make it this far, please prove to me that someone is reading my crap and leave a review

7. hear me out…

(Just a normal afternoon and I'm going to a diner around the corner, I've never been. But I'm for trying something new, the diner is almost empty, just one woman sitting alone and looking sad. Really sad, I make a mental note to ask her if she's okay and go to the bar to order some food)

"A wise man once said "Words are a soul's breath", you need to start breathing before you choke" and that's the last thing he said before he walked out the door, I was so heartbroken that I drank too much and got myself in an accident, now I'm deaf because it messed up my hearing. Everything reminded me of him, he was always quoting these ancient Greek men. I found it endearing, they didn't make sense most of the time but this time it did. Think about it

Words are a soul's breath

So keep talking, keep writing things down, anything with words really. And make sure that you don't keep it all inside, like I do. Because he's right, I am choking on my own anxiety, I can't manage to keep up these walls anymore, I'm too tired. I don't want to pretend I'm fine anymore, I'm on the verge of tears. I can't take place in a normal conversation, all I do is write it all down. Anything, anywhere, I gotta stop choking. I need someone to talk to, I need someone to hold me. But I'm too scared what'll happen when I find that person, so I keep hiding in the corner and I keep pretending to be busy and I keep drinking the same thing in the same diner. Every. Day.

Here they know my order and they know not to talk to me, I smile when they bring my coffee. It's a sad smile, it's the best I can do. When I lost my hearing I lost a part of me, I love music and I love singing but now. the last song I ever heard is stuck in my head, I should be annoyed by it but I cherish it. If one day I wake up and I can't remember what music sounds like, I'm gonna end this miserable life I got. Can I talk? Yes, but I don't remember what I sound like. And I never know how loud I'm speaking so I just shut up. If I really need something I'll write it down and give the person a piece of paper.

I look up and see a person next to me, red hair and a big smile on her face. I smile at her, another sad smile. She starts to talk and sits done across the table, I feel tears in my eyes and look down at the table. Then I feel a hand on my hand and I make the mistake of looking up, I'm met with bright blue eyes and they are filled with worry. I use my free hand to write down I can't hear and slide the paper to her, she gasps and starts talking again. What I'm guessing is that she's apologizing but soon she realizes that I can't understand that either. She then grabs my pen

sorry, I'm Chloe

Beca

we keep writing and she asks me why I'm so sad but I already gave her the answer so I just circle it, she doesn't seem to understand and asks how it is such a bad thing. I can't keep the tears inside as I write

I love music, I am was a DJ

I know you think I might be whining like a little bitch but music is my life. Chloe moves to sit next to me and pulls me in for a hug, I allow myself to trust her and lean into the embrace while quietly sobbing on her shoulder.

I spill everything to Chloe, how it happened and what it was like living without hearing. I tell her how I have no friends because no one ever took the time to learn sign language, we write for a very long time and it's so easy. Something about the redhead makes me want to tell her all of it, I can't help but ask her number when we go separate ways and she gives it to me.

That day was the start of a beautiful friendship, Chloe and I "talked" almost every day and she even learned sign language, the redhead is and was the best thing in my life. I also found a job and I asked Chloe on a date, she said yes. We got together and after 3 years we got married, I am certain Chloe is the love of my life and I will do everything in my power to make her as happy as she makes me.

Right now we're in the hospital, my wife is sitting in the other room and I can't wait to go in. today is a good day, I got my hearing back! There was this surgery to get it fixed but it was really expensive and we couldn't afford it, but then all our friends and family helped and together we got enough money to pay for it. Now there is a doctor testing my hearing, I need to get to Chloe as fast as I can, I can't wait to hear her voice. I want to hear her sing, she told me she does and I want to listen to it for as long as I can.

"hey" my eyes widen, holy shit, her voice sounds like an angel, how is this even possible. I'm practically drooling right now "is everything alright, you look weird"

I answer her, stuttering at first, I haven't talked in years so this is kinda hard, I can't help myself sign the words I say "you- you sound amazing" tears find their way out of our eyes as we hold the other tight, I realize this is not only the first time I hear Chloe speak but it's also the first time she hears me

"please keep talking"

"always"