You're deaf. You had a bully and enemy named Philip but that was before he knew you were deaf.

You walk into school like always, feeling drained and exhausted.

Philip walks over to you looking almost excited and nervous. He gives you a piece of paper.

On it he wrote, "Hey, I don’t know if you know but we’re playing a concert at the park tonight. If you want to, you can come."

Why? You can't do anything else than stand there.

You nod your head in a yes. It was just a lie.

Philip gives a sheepish smile, "Ok, make sure to be there, 7pm" you read on his lips.

You nod once more, knowing you’re not attending.

You’re in the library working. Philip walks up to you.

He sits down across from you and shoves a paper towards you.

"Why didn’t you show up?"

You’re so stressed with school, so you start to sign to him, even though you know Philip doesn’t know sign.

He sits there, looking at your hands. Suddenly Philip takes your hands in his. You look at him through misty eyes.

You’re so tired of everything, of everyone.

Philip stands up and leads you to the other side of the library. You stand in a little cozy corner, fairy lights hanging around.

He takes a step away from you and releases your hands. Philip takes a deep breath and moves his hands in slow motions.

It makes out words from his song, the one you didn’t watch him perform.

Your eyes get watery at the thought—he learned sign language for you. . You walk up to Philip and hug him, stopping him from continuing.

You. cry silently in his arms. He learned for you. For you.