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No one expects to throw something and for it to not make a noise, we live our whole lives, expecting for that, sound.

So the day everything fell apart, it was unexpected.

No one, nothing, made a sound.

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And now, I am falling in it too.

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Its getting silent.

I’m scared, this was the last place I could hear you.

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I remember at least, though the sound of those memories are fading, it still has a memory.

A normal day, the day I met the woman who would be my wife, I used to work in a group for people with social complications, and she had well, a lot of those, being deaf and mute was a complication that almost no one understood.

And I wish I could say I did.

But now that the only sound I hear is that one of my head.

I feel sad for you.

Why would you endure this?

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I remember the day we moved together, two years into our relationship.

The sound of the house was everywhere, to a certain degree I was glad you couldn’t hear the boxes, plates, and the instalations.

But for the other, every time I saw you after that, when you cooked our food, or made something to call my atention, those sounds of yours, I cried inside, for you couldn’t experience them, so I tried to compensate in hugs and kisses you never rejected.

Then, I lost my job, I remember that day we both went to bed early, worried about what was about to come, and I wishpered, hoping some day you would be able to hear it.

“If the world dies, I hope it’s silent”

In my head, that way you wouldn’t lose any of it, for you it would have been the same.

But it was…

It was so silent.

Without you in it.

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As the weeks passed, less and less people were on the streets, as the climate stranged for everyone, no one talked to anyone, everything was delivered, and I decided to go out.

The streets where silent, almost nothing more than the sound of my steps.

It felt lonely, but it wasn’t a normal silence, this was, silent in more ways than sound, no expressions, no steps, not a single form of sound from anyone or anything.

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And when I finally came back, you where there, looking at the void, lost.

You didn’t recognize the place you were in.

And you got diagnosed with Dementia.

But it wasn’t that, was it?

At least im glad, you didn’t get to hear me pass trought the same things.

Me and everyone else.

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The day the sound went out, little by little, we lost our ability to hear, no one really realized it, no one dared to put on sound, no one talked to anyone.

But then, one day you woke up, and I didn’t hear you hit the floor, as you finally lost it.

You probably couldn’t hear your thoughts anymore.

And im afraid im next.

And you know what?

Im not afraid of losing myself.

I'm afraid of losing you.

Even the memories start to feel silent, my head stopping to react.

I hope.

That at least for you.

It was as painless.

As it was silent.

I love you.