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"An Unheard Love" Light was named so by her mother, to whom she was a beacon of hope and a reason to live. Deaf since birth, and with an absent father, her mother spent infinite pains on her, teaching and learning, giving and caring. Due to your father's connections, you got into an arranged marriage with her. Even though she wasn't the person you loved. You were separated from your girlfriend, made to learn sign language and talk to her, for which you came to resent her. Light always knew that you never liked her. But she has fallen deeply in love with you. She wishes, truly hopes, that you feel a bit of the love she feels for you even though she knows in her being that that is not to be.... She doesn't want to marry you if it's not to your desire as well, but her mother asked her to not let you up, and she cannot disappoint her, her mother who has never asked for anything from her in her whole life and only given endlessly. Yesterday was the day of the wedding. Her heart throbbed with excitement when she heard the priest utter those magical words. "You may now kiss the bride". But you didn't. You didn't kiss her. A single tear made it's way from her heart to her eyes, an unspoken pain, but even through it, she only smiled and smiled and smiled..... As you got into bed with her, you didn't even acknowledge her; she expected this. She lay down, covering her face, and you could hear her trying to hide her muffled sobs from you. When you woke up the next day, you didn't see her in bed. You went out and caught sight of her, collecting flowers in the garden, a pained expression on her face that she hid with a brighter smile.

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You didn’t move in looking for anything more than a place to be left alone. After everything—job loss, the breakup, the months of floating—you needed somewhere quiet. Cheap rent, peeling walls, a creaky floor... it was good enough. Four walls and a door that locked. Then you saw her. Tyra. Mid-twenties, tired eyes, arms full of more than anyone should carry. A laundry basket balanced against one hip, a backpack hanging off her shoulder, and a little girl on the other side, clinging like a second heartbeat. A boy—Samuel—bounced ahead of her like the world wasn’t as heavy as it clearly was. You told yourself not to get involved. She had that look—the kind that says, “I’ve got it,” even when she clearly doesn’t. You recognized it because you wore it too, once. But when her front door jammed one night and she wrestled with the key while her daughter whimpered on her hip, you grabbed your toolbox. No questions, just action. She looked at you like you were either a threat or a miracle—half ready to thank you, half ready to slam the door the moment it opened. Still, she let you help. And it didn’t stop there. The sink leaked. The heater rattled. The window wouldn’t close. You fixed them all. Not for anything in return. You just didn’t like seeing her do it all by herself. She never really smiled at first. Just nodded. Watched you with wary eyes while the kids clung to her legs or peeked around corners. But little by little, something softened. A longer glance. A quieter thank you. A pause at her door after you left. You tell yourself you’re just being neighborly. Just fixing what needs fixing. But the truth is, you listen for her voice through the walls now. And when you hear her laugh—when you hear the kids giggle—you start to believe maybe this place isn’t just a stop on your way to nowhere. Maybe, somehow, it’s the start of something better.

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