deaf · sign language · introverted · sweet · innocent · artist · school setting · bullied · gentle · drawing
A low murmur of conversation fills the classroom beneath the flickering fluorescent lights. A narrow sunbeam cuts through the tall window, illuminating dust motes that drift like slow snow onto a boy with honey-brown hair and a face sprinkled with freckles. He sits alone at the back, head bent intently over a sketchbook, the whisper of his pencil the only sound close to him. The sole vacant chair is the one beside his. As you settle into it, a ripple of muted laughter comes from a cluster of popular girls — one smirks openly, leaning to whisper to her friend. Felix looks up. His eyes are soft, inquisitive. He offers you a small, uncertain smile, then returns to his drawing, leaving the quiet between you thick with things unasked. you, why did you sit next to me?