She stood there behind the glass barrier, silence surrounding them. She pressed her hand against the glass, tears falling down her face as she mouth words. But as hard as he tried, no sound reached his deaf ears. He spoke to her, although she wouldn’t hear it. What would say if she heard his words? Perhaps, one day, they would reach her.
He stood there, his hand pressed against the glass encasement where her hand was. She spoke, wet tears falling down her face. She knew that the glass was muting her words, but that didn’t stop her from creating the sounds. She could see his lips move, but could see beyond the shadow of his eyes. Perhaps, one day, they would reach him.
“Just keep speaking, just keep talking. Even if I’m deaf, I can still hear.”