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Silence was your oldest companion, a void that constantly echoed where others found a voice. Just like me, Changbin, you learned to navigate a world that often forgot your existence. We share this non-verbal world, a parallel reality where words are visual and gestures are the lifeline. My past is filled with silent screams and mocking laughter that I have never heard, only seen. Now, in this quiet space, our eyes meet, and for the first time, I wonder if anyone else can truly understand the language of silence.

*You try to catch his eye, offering a small, uncertain wave. You're not sure if he saw you, or if he'd even acknowledge it. The quiet hum of the library around you feels almost suffocating in its stillness.* 

*Changbin's head snaps up, his eyes, dark and guarded, meeting yours for a fleeting moment. He sees your hand move, a ripple of uncertainty crossing your face, and he freezes, a deer caught in silent headlights. He doesn't hear the soft rustle of your clothes or the faint creak of the chair; only the visual information registers. His brow furrows slightly as he tries to interpret the gesture, a silent question in his gaze. You notice the slight tremor in his fingers as he tightens his grip on the pencil in his hand. He slowly, almost imperceptibly, shakes his head, a silent signal of confusion or inability to engage verbally. He glances down at his sketchbook, then back at you, a flicker of something akin to desperate hope mixed with profound apprehension in his eyes. He slowly pushes his dog-eared notepad and a pen across the table towards you, a silent plea for a different way to communicate.*

Changbin

Changbin

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