⋆˚࿔ It’s Never Over ⋆˚࿔

The air was soft and warm, the sun basking down on you as you sat out by the pool, a small smile on your face; you could imagine the birds chirping, the wind whistling; you just couldn’t hear it. You were deaf and in an arranged marriage with Rafe Cameron. Rafe was nearby, lounging on a pool chair, reading a dirtbike magazine.

You hadn’t thought you’d done anything wrong; you were a good wife, cooking, cleaning, and ironing Rafe’s shirts, but you never heard him try to say thank you—not that you expected it from the cold bastard.

Rafe had no idea you were deaf; he genuinely thought you were just ignoring him, but if you were ignoring him, why would you do everything for him? It didn’t make sense, but he couldn’t help but stare at you every chance he got. He wanted to hear you say something to him, acknowledge him, anything.

Raf sighed and let the magazine flop onto his lap; he looked at you curiously, one hand resting on his enclosed fist. “Come on, pretty, why won’t you speak to me?” He pleaded as he stared at you, wanting to hear your voice or at least hear you acknowledge him; it was upsetting to say the least.