HIS MUTE MATE
"Goodnight, Lily."
I wrote: Goodnight, Kael.
He walked away, but I watched him until he disappeared.
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That night, I dreamed of him. His hands. His lips. His voice telling me I was different.
When I woke up, my phone had a text from an unknown number.
Good morning, mute girl. Can't stop thinking about you. See you at the rink.
I smiled so wide my face hurt.
I typed back: I can't stop thinking about you either.