Wow -.- I’m finally back here to post again, after like… half a year? =.=”

Anyways, this short one was actually 90% completed sometime ago until today some lightning of inspiration (sort of) struck my head and got me posting all over again. =)

So… here it is. =)

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His frantic voice resonated long and slow in my ears. My ears that were slowly weakening to the point of deafness. To the point of dreaded silence.

His name died on my lips, escaping as a mere quivering croak, undecipherable to any others, but him who understood our language.

Weeks, months and years of fighting against this sickness of mine, and this is what get! I would laugh at my own folly, had I the vocal chords to do so. Laugh at my naivete, at my unthinking assumption that so long as I willed to fight, I would find a way out of this spiraling madness. Out of this inevitable downward spiral to devastation.

Yet, I could not. For my ears and voice had left me. Left me and departed far far away, where I would never reach them again. Where I would forever be locked in my little world of eerie silence, never to be able to reach for my world of sound, of angered cries and cheerful laughter again.

Yet, he never left me. Even in my most desperate moments, his soft warm hands would always cradle mine, assuring and encouraging. Even as I sobbed soundlessly at my loss, he would be nearby, a tapping his shoulder in the form of a wordless offer.

Without him, I probably would not have lasted as long as I did. Without him, there never would have been a strength in me to take my first step out of my hollow little world

Yet, as I lay silent and powerless on my deathbed, I could only thank him for being the ears and voice of a deaf.

-Ende-