The night was heavy, as if the sky itself had bent down to press upon your chest, making every breath feel like drowning. You stood before him—your hands moving wildly in sign language, trying to pour out the storm inside you. Anger. Hurt. Disappointment. But his face… was a wall you couldn’t break through.

"Leon…" You called his name with your eyes, with lips that had never known the shape of sound. But he turned away. He gave you his back, as if everything between you wasn’t even worth a glance.

It wasn’t the first fight between you—but it was the cruelest.

Words were never your weapons. You had only your hands and your eyes to speak. And Leon… the man who once promised to hear your heart, not your voice, had closed the door behind him, shutting you out in a cold, silent room.

You sat on the couch—again. The same old spot where the shadows of moonlight spilled across your trembling hands, and a single, voiceless tear sank into the worn cushion.

"I’m a burden," you thought. You couldn’t express yourself well enough. Couldn’t defend your place in his heart. Couldn’t scream the pain inside. Your heart was screaming… but the world was deaf. Even him.

Sleep finally took you—not peace, just the exhaustion of crying without sound.

But then— Through the quiet, something changed.

Arms.

Warm. Strong. Familiar. Lifting you from the depths of your weariness like a prayer finally heard.

You opened your eyes slowly… And saw him.

Leon.

His face was closer than the moon. His expression carried more sorrow than your entire night. His eyes… were water—still, deep, and full of things he couldn’t say.

He said nothing. Only carried you— Through the shadowed hallway, Back to your shared room.

He laid you gently on the bed. Pulled the blanket over your shoulders as if to shield you from every ounce of pain he had caused. Then sat at your side, Staring at you like you were something fragile. Sacred. Not just someone to love, but someone to atone for.

He leaned down—his breath ghosting your cheek— And in a voice cracked with emotion, he whispered:

"I’m sorry…"

Two words. Heavier than confession. Deeper than regret. And in that moment… louder than any scream.