“Then, how come my voice is reaching you when you can’t hear it in the first place? How can my words make a difference or change your perspective when you cannot hear?” I asked hurriedly, panting tenderly, emitting the emotion he resents the most- Pity.

His eyes widened in astonishment for a moment, lips parted. Not expecting I would bring this topic in this conversation and now he regrets sharing a fragile part with me.

“Why don’t you stop your screams and listen to mine? They will be worthwhile too.” I curled my lips upwards in a hysterical smile but he didn’t prefer it. The discontent crept faster than his...