Love is Mute'

Vihaan

I moved the window curtains aside, letting the sun shine on me. This is a good day. I hope so. I leaned against the window, packing my things for school. I don't enjoy school, but I also don't detest it. It's just that this school has been a diversion for me for many reasons. I said everything...

I was going to begin riding my bike when I heard a voice.

"Stop it right there," I said, looking at the voice which I recognized.

"What do you want?"

"I have transferred the school money to you, and make sure you pay !" I furrowed my brows.

"Didn't I clear myself that I didn't need money?"

"Yes, but it's our responsibility", responsibility you say.

"Okay," I didn't know what to say, so I started my engine and moved forward.

After starting school, I made it a point not to spend money on theirs, and instead utilized my own. Yes, I work part-time at a small café and sometimes delivery where the money is sufficient to meet all of my expenses. And I don't even use a single dime that they gave me. I only give gifts on exceptional occasions to make them happy using their money.

I have a wonderful relationship with my family. After all, I was adopted since they were unable to have children, so they chose me, but after several attempts, they had their own child.

I recall how terrified I was when I found out that their own baby had been born. So what about me? I was tiny at the time and couldn't grasp what was going on; I was afraid they'd abandon me in some orphanage. Before they took me in, they informed me I was an orphan. Then my mother approached me and handed me a baby, saying, "You are his older brother." I was content staring at my little brother.

We don't attend the same school. He was transported to various places for a better education. I was also invited to go there, but I considered living with them and caring for them as if they had a lot of loans having me and I should be their debtor, which I am today. I have a lot of respect for them.

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I sat there, wondering why girls liked to cling to me. Was it because of money? That might be a cause for sure. I may not appear to be an introvert, but I am, and I am battling to be an extrovert among them. I have a tendency to modify myself based on other people. I am chatty when I am with genuine pals, but less so when I am with females. They certainly have a lot of talk in their pockets. How could they complain about someone's life? Just go through your own life. Do you have that much time to chat about someone?

"The mute girl is sexy, not going to lie, just look at her body, doesn't she have a good body?" I walked by them, hearing things and scoffing. How could they think like that? "Wait, isn't her name Tanya?" Tanya, I heard her name someplace. I attempted to think when I was unexpectedly knocked into someone.

"I'm sorry, I didn't see you," I murmured, taking steps back. I stared at the girl who was 5 inches shorter than myself. She could be 5'4. What the hell, Vihaan? Help her out. I reached out my hands to her, and all she did was stare at herself, so I pulled my hand back, confused.

"Sorry did you get hurt?" I questioned her, and she stared at me with those large glasses. She looks lovely wearing them.

She made a hand motion signaling something, but I didn't understand. I gaze at her unwittingly as she takes my hand, writes NO, and passes through me.

Did I feel a NO? But why couldn't she communicate with her mouth? whatever. I entered the classroom and was invited in a variety of groups. I shuffled about and eventually located the same girl reading a book. She is the girl I met in the hallway. I didn't realize she was my classmate. Well, how could I? I'm usually surrounded by these men and women.

"Tanya, professor is asking for you!" A girl yelled in class, and she looked at her, then at me. My heartbeat skipped.

What the hell is wrong with me.