There are things in life you can't control.

But maybe that's how it's supposed to be.

And I might be a mess,

But I've got nothing less.

My life might seem to be ending,

But I'll manage to keep standing.

(To keep standing) Somehow (x5)

Do I believe in miracles? (3/4x)

Do I believe in wonders? (2/3x)

I don't know (3x)

(But) I'll find out (5x)

Somehow (4x)

I don't have all the answers............ to your questions.

But I have to make an confession.

Even if I don't believe in miracles.....

It doesn't mean they don't exist.

'Cause even though... I lost hope.

It doesn't mean there's nothing left for anybody else.

This world is a chaos.

There's nothing I haven't lost.

I can see your mouth moving..

And believe me I am swooning.

But it doesn't mean I can hear a word.

It doesn't mean I know the sound of your voice.

Never again... (5x)

There are things in life you can't control.

But maybe that's how it's supposed to be.

And I might be a mess,

But I've got nothing less.

My life might seem to be ending,

But I'll manage to keep standing.

(To keep standing) Somehow (x5)

Do I believe in miracles? (3/4x)

Do I believe in wonders? (2/3x)

I don't know (3x)

(But) I'll find out (5x)

Somehow (4x)

I don't have all the answers............ to your questions.

But I have to make an confession.

Even if I don't believe in miracles.....

It doesn't mean they don't exist.

'Cause even though... I lost hope.

It doesn't mean there's nothing left for anybody else.

This world is a chaos.

There's nothing I haven't lost.

I can see your mouth moving..

And believe me I am swooning.

But it doesn't mean I can hear a word.

It doesn't mean I know the sound of your voice.

Never again... (5x)

But I'll survive...

Somehow.

This is how it all started. With a song. A song that goes deeper then pain. A song that goes deeper then understanding. A song that goes deeper then darkness. A song that she forgot to take with her. A song that she lost and somehow finds it's way back to her. A song that hits hearts. A song that hits hard. A song that hits reality. A song that he found. Him, of all people that could have found it, it had to be him. It was written a long time ago. And the pain might be less, but it isn't gone. It definitely isn't gone. Because even though she lost the song written on paper, she carried it with her. All the time. And her heart got completed in a way she could have never imagined, by the song, but also by the person who brought it back to her. And his heart would be completed, by the song, but also by the person who wrote it.

She is Elena Scarlett Yresel.

He is Melvin Gypsy Vorse.

He is an famous musician who is secretly into art. She is an cleaner and secretly a song writer. She is deaf. He can hear. He wasn't meant to be born. She almost didn't happen. He is outgoing and open. She is shy and reserved. She is 22 years old. He is 23 years old. Many different things. But one thing is certain. They both love music and are able to put their souls into it.

Melvins Point Of View

I have a big concert coming up today, but there are made some mistakes which would make a huge difference if it wouldn't go right, so we are trying to find a white piano last minute. The one that I would use is false and somehow won't go right even though there was called an professional. I am stressing out since I didn't even give that many big concerts yet, but this is an private one for an anniversary or something. It's a rich peoples party, since I will get payed really well, not that I need it... And the host wanted an white piano because otherwise it would ruin the theme and my outfit or something. His wife and daughter are big fans I was told, so yeah... Probably the reason I will give an concert on a rich peoples party. I still think it's weird though. Why not just come to an concert or tour I am giving? Anyways, I am thinking and stressing way too much again. So I get an idea. I walk up to my manager. 'Kiara?' I ask. The woman looks  away from her phone she is probably very busy, she is kind of like a mom to me. 'Yes Melvin?' She asks a bit irritated. 'I'm sorry to interrupt you, but do you think they would mind if I took a look at the piano myself?' I ask.

'Oh, sorry I was being rude, of course you can take a look at it, I don't know if we can find a white piano this last minute and they would burn it otherwise which is a total shame, so yes. You can take a look.' She answers talking fast. I nod with a smile and leave. I ask someone to lead me to the basement where the piano is and I thank the person and go inside. And when I go to put the light on I am blown away. This basement is the cleanest basement I have ever seen! And neat too! Not stuffy, full and messy at all! And everything seems so expensive and new in here. I would have thought this stuff was waiting to be used unless someone hadn't told me that it was all "just" old equipment and things that were broken or too ugly or didn't fit with the color theme of the house. I walk over to what's obviously the piano and I take the protecting blanket off of it. It sure is an beauty. It's amazing! I look at it in awe and let my hand glide over it carefully and slowly. It's so smooth and beautiful! I know that I am an very popular musician and all, but that doesn't mean I am not careful or in awe with my instruments. Each of them are beauty's and should be treated with respect not to break them for fun in the middle of an concert.

I sit down in front of the piano and let my fingers glide across it. I play some notes and indeed it sounds false and horrible. Like a cat trying to sing or something. I put the wing up and go stand a bit higher so I can look into it and eventually reach everything properly without accidentally ruining it. I look down and almost immediately I see what the problem is. It's an piece of paper stuck. I reach down and easily take it out, but I am still careful, trying not to rip it. I step on the ground carefully and put the wing down again playing a bit. And indeed, it's an beautiful and pure sound coming out of the piano. I smile and put the piece of paper carefully in my pocket. I go upstairs to Kiara and tap on her shoulder. 'Fixed it.' I say grinning widely and Kiara's eyes widen while she lets out an sigh of relieve. 'You are amazing! How did you even do that?!' She yells happily. 'I know.' I smile smugly and Kiara rolls her eyes. 'Don't give me that attitude little boy! Now tell me how you fixed it!' She says strictly. 'I did nothing really, just a piece of paper stuck that ruined the sound of that beauty.' I answer. 'Do you still have the piece of paper? Did you look on it yet? Was something written on it?' Kiara asks curiously.

I chuckle at her nonexistence patience. 'I still have the paper and no I didn't look at it yet so I don't know if anything is written on it.' I answer all of her questions in one sentence. I got very good at that since Kiara is an question bomb that can go off any time and then she fires like 10 questions at once at you. She'll be my death once because her questions are like bullets. I take the paper out of my pocket carefully. I open it and see in neat handwriting indeed that someone wrote something on it, and as I read through it as my eyes widen. It's a song. And it's not just a song. It's an beautiful song. And even though I think everything that has anything to do with music is beautiful this is... Extraordinary. That's how beautiful the song is. Well... In my opinion. 

There are things in life you can't control.

But maybe that's how it's supposed to be.

And I might be a mess,

But I've got nothing less.

My life might seem to be ending,

But I'll manage to keep standing.

(To keep standing) Somehow (x5)

Do I believe in miracles? (3/4x)

Do I believe in wonders? (2/3x)

I don't know (3x)

(But) I'll find out (5x)

Somehow (4x)

I don't have all the answers............ to your questions.

But I have to make an confession.

Even if I don't believe in miracles.....

It doesn't mean they don't exist.

'Cause even though... I lost hope.

It doesn't mean there's nothing left for anybody else.

This world is a chaos.

There's nothing I haven't lost.

I can see your mouth moving..

And believe me I am swooning.

But it doesn't mean I can hear a word.

It doesn't mean I know the sound of your voice.

Never again... (5x)

There are things in life you can't control.

But maybe that's how it's supposed to be.

And I might be a mess,

But I've got nothing less.

My life might seem to be ending,

But I'll manage to keep standing.

(To keep standing) Somehow (x5)

Do I believe in miracles? (3/4x)

Do I believe in wonders? (2/3x)

I don't know (3x)

(But) I'll find out (5x)

Somehow (4x)

I don't have all the answers............ to your questions.

But I have to make an confession.

Even if I don't believe in miracles.....

It doesn't mean they don't exist.

'Cause even though... I lost hope.

It doesn't mean there's nothing left for anybody else.

This world is a chaos.

There's nothing I haven't lost.

I can see your mouth moving..

And believe me I am swooning.

But it doesn't mean I can hear a word.

It doesn't mean I know the sound of your voice.

Never again... (5x)

But I'll survive...

Somehow.

'Is it just me or do you think the person who wrote this is deaf?' Kiara asks me. I look up to her speechless. This song.. It does something with me. And if it's really written by a deaf person then I think I might faint. So I just nod my head. 'Damn, this could be a classic.' She says looking at the paper with me. 'Yes...' I say finally able to speak again. 'I really feel like finding this person you know?' I say to nothing in particular. 'Oh no, no, no, no, this is not some wicked cinderella story Melvin. This is reality, you will probably never even meet the person. No. No. No. We are not going to do one of your wicked plans and you are definitely not going to sing it, it's not like the person could hear anyway if he or she is deaf.' Kiara says with a warning voice. 'But-' I start to say, but Kiara cuts me off. 'No buts, this isn't some joke. And how would you know if that person wrote it anyway?' Kiara asks me and then I grin. 'Well, of course you didn't notice, but the person their Initials are written on it. E.S.Y. We could see the handwriting and we could like let it be told on television for deaf people but without how many times something as to be repeated, because the right person should know. And you say cinderella, but could also be a old man or woman or anyone.' I answer happily.

'Urgh... I am only alright with it if you do everything and if it's not going to be in the way of your music carrier.' She answers slapping herself in her face probably already regretting it. 'Thank you!!! You won't regret it!' I yell happily. 'Too late.' She mumbles. 'What?' I say pouting. 'Urgh, you're such a kid.' She groans. 'Yeah.. Honestly I can't help it sometimes.' I answer chuckling at myself. Kiara shakes her head smiling.

Elena's Point Of View

I am cleaning up after the party from the rich family is done. It's the only work people accept me in since I am deaf even though I could do other stuff too. It's not the best work, but I get payed well enough to survive and go to check ups and stuff. I mostly can make myself clear enough, but luckily someone learned a bit of sign language so she can jump in whenever something doesn't work or if someone understood something wrong. I have heard. I know what sounds are like. But I got deaf completely at 18 years old and ever since it's been very quiet, but mostly I survive... Somehow. I tried to continue singing and writing songs, but here in this house in the basement once I wrote my last song and then I swore it off. Apparently I am not made to be singing. Just made to be cleaning. And the worst was that I lost the song. I can remember it, bit by bit, but it was the original version and I always have a deep bond with my original version of songs and now it's gone... But that was three years ago. When I was 19, now I am 22 and have gotten used to cleaning and surviving in a world without hearing people, I am still attached to music, but I miss it so much and it breaks my heart that I can't hear anymore.

Anyways, I was told a famous singer would come tonight to give an small concert and when I was told that it would be Melvin Vorse I was really happy, not because he was coming here necessarily, but because I have known his music from when I wasn't deaf yet. I like his soundtracks and voice, but his lyrics could use some help. He is about one year older then me I guess. I still think it's cool though, even though it's just for the rich people who live here. I have to admit that he is HOT. But yeah, someone would be blind if they couldn't see it. I am practically just waiting for the party to be over to be able to clean up, but it's until 23:00 and even though it's now 22:30 it's long waiting and I will be dead on my feet after. I won't have to clean up alone luckily and well.. I am used to it by now. We all had to wait somewhere else because we couldn't interrupt the party and someone would come and get us if we had to start. Which is now because someone walks in.

We all walk to the ballroom which is very messy for rich people until one of the family members comes out and starts to talk, suddenly all the people start to jump up and down obviously freaking out and squealing which I can't hear, but can see. I turn to the girl who can do sign language, but she is too busy squealing so I just shrug and go inside kneeling down on the floor to get all the black scratches from shoes off. I am very busy, but I notice all the girls constantly looking behind me and giggling and whispering. Until everyone suddenly looks at me with shocked eyes. I frown until I feel a tap on my shoulder and I stand up wiping my hands clean and turning around. And then I freeze just standing there and looking up at him towering over me. My mouth hangs open and he smiles. It's the one and only Melvin Vorse. He starts talking, but I am not good at reading lips yet even though I try I can't understand. I look at the girl that does sign language, but she's too shocked so I turn to Melvin again. And do the sign language, but then the way so he will understand. I wave my hand in front of him to get his attention and  point at my ear before making an X with my arms in front of my face.

He looks at me. And then I read his lips asking if I am deaf. I nod and his eyes grow wide from what seems enthusiasm. Then the girl finally steps in and starts to translate it. 'Can you write down your full name for me?' He asks apparently. I frown at this, but nod slowly getting a paper and a pen and then going to a table so it's neat. And then I give the paper to him. Elena Scarlett Yresel. He looks at the paper and his eyes grow even wider. 'That's an nice name, how old are you?' The girl translates for me I frown. 'You sound like a creep.' I make the girl translate and I see him laugh. He nods smiling and I can't help but grin back. 'Well, I am going to sound more like a creep now, but could I have your phone number? This would go a lot easier then.' The girl translates for him and I look at him. It is tempting, but I wouldn't give strangers my phone number and he is an stranger. So I shake my head. 'I don't even know you. I'm sorry, you seem very nice and your songs are good... But no.' I make the girl translate and Melvin seems a bit disappointed, but nods.

'Okay, sorry for being too much, but could I at least ask you something in another room?' The girl translates for him. I look at him weirdly. 'Is someone coming along?' I make the girl ask, he grins widely. 'My manager, don't worry.' The girls translates again. I look down blushing and don't really know what to say back. So I just nod and walk after him. I really wish I wasn't me at the moment. We walk into a room and an nice looking woman from in the 50 looks at me and smiles. She waves and I wave back shyly while Melvin starts to talk a lot and then shows her my name and keeps talking as her eyes grow bigger and then pierce into mine. To which I look down at the ground. Then I get an tap on my shoulder and I look up at Melvin who holds something out in front of me. My eyes grow wide in realization. That's my song! How the hell did he get it?! I want to grab it, but Melvin pulls it away looking at me as I am getting angry, because I want the original version of my song back! I get frustrated and want my song back! But he keeps it away from me so I just give up and let my shoulders slump and go back to the ballroom to clean.

The girls look at me excitingly and I sigh. 'He is an asshole! He won't give me my song back. He is just an thief!' I sign to the girl and she gasps telling the others while I go clean again. I feel an hand grab my shoulder and I know who it is.. I just ignore it and keep cleaning. Until I get pushed into where I am cleaning and I get up turning around kicking him hard in his manhood and gripping my throat to yell at him properly. 'Leave me alone or give me my song! You filthy thief! I want it back!' I scream, knowing that because I feel my throat vibrating hard. I look at him with fire in my eyes. 'I am really against violence, so sorry, but if it's about my songs it's an whole other story, and that's the last song I ever wrote and I want it back! It's mine and I want it because it's the original version and I lost it! Now give it back!' I yell panting since I haven't talked, let alone screamed in a long time and of gripping my own throat a bit too harshly. He looks at me with wide eyes and gives me the song. I thank him softly and tears escape my eyes as I run out of the ballroom ready to leave.

Melvins Point Of View

She runs away. I have ruined this. I run after her, and damn that girl, she is fast. I manage to catch up though. I grip her shoulder and turn her around. She faces me now and I see tears falling down her cheeks even though she isn't looking at me. I make her look up to me, by nudging her foot with mine. She looks up slowly. And I don't know why, but it breaks my heart to see so much pain in her eyes. I look at her. And then I do the only two things I know how to say in sign language. One from a movie I saw, and the other just somewhere. I point at the paper and put my hands up shaking them because I know that that is applauding, I am trying to say her song is fantastic, and refreshing. And then I point at the song again and do the signs that say: We are family, always.

https://youtu.be/0Th7ltEKhkk

She looks at me. And then at her song. When she looks up at me she mouths that she is sorry. I nod and smile. I get my phone out of my pocket and wave with it towards her pouting. She laughs and gives me her number taking her phone out. I smile and text her.

Melvin: That song is amazing! No pressure, but do you have any other songs? And I think it's amazing how you can word your pain and feelings through your lyrics in such an way. You've got some real talent there. I don't know if you can... Or still can, but could you maybe sing it sometime?

Elena: I do have other songs, but you wouldn't really believe me if I said I wrote them. I am sorry to disappoint you, but one year after I got deaf I swore off singing and writing songs, that one was my last one and I was so sad I lost it. I'm sorry for being rude, but it is not like it has ever been easy on me.

Melvin: It's okay, it was weird though.. The idea of being able to hear a deaf person scream and knowing that if you would scream back they wouldn't hear. I am really sorry that you gave up singing and writing, and I can't even imagine what it must be like loosing the ability to hear while you are so into music. What do you mean? Do I know your songs?  And yes to be honest you were a bit rude, but it's not like I have never been rude. Surprise! ;)

Elena: I understand I would have thought it was weird too. Don't be sorry for me, I think I just am not supposed to be singing and writing... And well, to help your imagination on the right path it is true torture. It made me feel so powerless and useless. Like I couldn't do anything.. Yes, you should at least know a few of my songs, but I am not telling you. And please don't go all winky face on me, you're a great guy (probably) but your also a very famous singer so no. And since we're being honest your lyrics suck.

Melvin: You helped my imagination tons ;) but I still don't know and don't want to know what it's like. Why don't you want to tell me your songs? I could just search on the internet for your name and I would find tons! (At least I hope so) And what's wrong with winky face? ;) They're fun! ;) ;) ;)

Elena: I don't want to tell you because you would never believe me and judge me and force me to start writing songs again. I don't want that, I might change my mind someday, but that's up to me. And no, you won't find tons on my name or me singing them, I sold them. Nobody ever knew they weren't written by the singer. Sometimes they once put my name with it, but mostly they don't so you won't find anything. And there is nothing wrong with winky face, it's wrong when you're the one sending it.

Melvin: You're no fun! Winky face is the best coming from me! ;) Are you not a fan or something? You sold your own songs?! Why? And I didn't judge you about being deaf right? Just tell me. Please? *pouts*

Elena: I am tons of fun, you just have the wrong idea of fun *grins* and I do/did like your songs, but to be honest your lyrics suck, you could do much better. Yes, I sold my own songs, I wasn't planning on singing all of them and I thought I would get an good carrier. I did get a lot of money from it, but well that got a bit lost when I became deaf and all the money went to the hospital, check ups and stuff. I won't tell you. I don't even know you so no, I am not telling you. A very few people know about it and I would like to keep it like that.

Melvin: You are very honest. I can definitely see that. Well, I'll just pretend that I didn't see the last bit, my lyrics might not be as good as: I'm old but not that old, I'm young but not that bold, I don't think the world is sold, just doing what we're told etc. I love counting stars and many more songs! I get your choices, but still..

I hear a huff from across me and look up from my phone seeing Elena clearly trying not to laugh about something. I frown, but I can't deny that it suits her really well, her eyes glimmer and I can't say that she is ugly. Or translated, she is gorgeous, despite her work clothes she somehow manages to pull it all off, even without any make up, just pure her own beauty. I smile and look down at my phone again.

Melvin: Why are you laughing?

Elena: I am just laughing at how ironic this is. You won't know yet. I have to enjoy this for a while before I tell you why I am laughing.

Melvin: Okay?? Anyways, what do you think of me?

Elena: What I think of you? You're an okay guy I guess. What about me?

Melvin: That actually kind off hurt.. An okay guy? Well thank you very much.. I think there are no words to describe you. I mean, not to sound creepy or something, but you are beautiful, you can write amazing songs, you are deaf and well.. very honest. It's perfectly not perfect.

Elena: Well, I didn't mean to be mean, it's just that I don't really know you yet. I don't want to judge about that. But, I'm flattered.

Melvin: Alright, do you promise to tell me when you know it?

Elena: I promise.

Melvin: Do you want to keep in touch?

Elena: I don't know.. Okay I guess?

Melvin: I would like that very much! ;)

Elena: But now I believe that you have to perform a bit for the rest of the cleaners and I am heading home. Otherwise I will never get any sleep.

Melvin: I assume you aren't allowed to drive a car or bike? How are you going back?

Elena: I walk.

Melvin: How long do you have to walk?

Elena: About 30 to 45 minutes, why?

Melvin: It's storming out and it's dark and late. Couldn't you call a cab?

Elena: I like the rain. It feels, tastes like freedom, and I remember that it also sounds like that. And a cab would be a waste of money since I would rather spend it on other things.

Melvin: I am sorry, but not so sorry. You are not going through the storm and the night like that. I will bring you home (Well, the chauffeur drives, but who cares?). You only have to wait for a bit.

Elena: If I wait for you I won't be able to stay awake any longer, I don't hear anything so it's not like I can stay awake for anything, if I go through the rain I will stay awake since I will be alert because of the surroundings and stuff.

Melvin: Kiara (My manager) can stay with you until I am done. It won't take long, I promise. And I don't mind if you fall asleep in the car.

Third Point Of View

And that's how it started. As the months went by they had a lot of contact. Elena made him feel like he isn't a world famous singer and Melvin made her feel like she actually is special, like she has control over her life. Her life became less quiet. His life became less loud. They found an understanding in each other that went deeper then just their talks. He had been learning sign language without her knowing. She had been talking, writing and singing a bit without him knowing. He had been doing better. She had been doing better. They filled each other up, they made each other whole. They made each other happy. And even though they hadn't seen each other since he had brought her home they were getting along very great even though they didn't really go into that very deep. They had a deep respect for each other and their personality's and even though they didn't say it out loud, it was very clear. They both tried to talk as much as they could and he had a lot of sign language lessons so he would understand easier and faster and could do it fast. And that's how they get here. Months later.

Elena's Point Of View

I have been living again. I have been smiling again. I have been happier again. I have been talking again. I have been singing again. I have been writing again. I have been doing things again. I have been going out again. Life has been easier on me. And I know people around me have noticed. I have been interacting more with people, not much, but a bit. And at that moment I feel my phone vibrate in my pocket. I get it out and see that Melvin sent me an text.

Melvin: Heyy *waves excitedly* I need your advice on something.

Elena: Heyy *rolls her eyes but waves back* well, on what do you need advice?

Melvin: Well, I know that you don't write and sing anymore.. but that doesn't mean you can't give me some advice or inspiration?

Elena: Just because I am nice I will help you. Am I your muze now or something? xD

Elena: So what do you want the song to be about?

Melvin: I want to offer deaf people comfort. Like a small support or something in a song. And to be honest, yes. In some way you are my muze.

Elena: Well damn Mister Flirt, I am surprised. Well, listen good to your wise muze. It's not fun to hear people say that they're sorry you can't hear (anymore) but it only gets awkward. It makes the deaf person more sad. And most deaf people have difficulties with accepting that they are deaf. So I think that the thing that brings comfort is the opposite. I accepted being deaf more because I realized: Hearing isn't everything.

Melvin: Well thank you Miss Muze, I can do a lot with that advice. Now I have a surprise for you... ;)

Elena: What's the surprise?

Melvin: I am coming back, which means.... WE CAN SEE EACH OTHER AGAIN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! And well then you will get the real surprise. You have to promise you don't get a heart attack though. I believe that it's an very good surprise.

Elena: What?! For real?! I am so excited now! When will you be here?

Melvin: I just got here! I am sleeping in an hotel right now!!! Do you want me to come pick you up? *puppy dog eyes*

Elena: You're already here?! Well.. I don't know.. I am home, but..

Melvin: I am on my way! *grins widely*

Elena: I didn't even say if you are welcome!

Melvin: Doesn't matter! I was already in the car. I could be there any second ;)

Elena: Urgh, you're so annoying.

Melvin: Only for you, only for you ;D

Melvin: I will see you soon! xx

I look up smiling I take a bag and pack my songs, some snacks, drinks, paper, pen and my phone charger. I change into something a bit more light since it's sunny and warm outside today. I go downstairs and take my coat and put my shoes on. I sign to my parents that I am heading out and that I will text them if there's anything or if I am going to eat somewhere else or something like that. They nod and smile wishing me a good day. And then the doorbell rings and I wave goodbye heading out. I open the door and there he stands fiddling with his hands looking down. I smile widely and close the door which causes him to look up. I wave and he waves back smiling too. We step in his car and of course the car ride is silence. I have decided to tell him that I have been writing and singing again. We get to the hotel and Melvin pulls me after him smiling but I also see that he is nervous. He pulls me into what is probably his room and then he suddenly starts moving his hands in a very familiar way and I look at him in shock as I realize that he is speaking sign language. 'How do you like it?' He signs asking me. And I immediately start signing back but not too fast so he can understand.

We have our first conversation like this and I am smiling like crazy. I didn't know he would learn sign language for me. But I guess I am really his Muze and inspiration after all. I smile. It's been months. And we both have changed obviously. But in a good way. It makes everything easier and more fun. 'I have a little surprise for you too.' I sign after a while of comfortable silence. He raises his eyebrows and smiles. 'Really? Tell me.' He signs back. I smile and grab in my bag taking the songs I took with me out. 'You know I refused to tell you which songs I wrote because I was afraid you would judge and force me to sing and write again? I've been doing it again, so there is no excuse of not telling you now.' I sign towards him and his eyes grow wide in shock and anticipation. I look between the songs for the one that I need and then put it in my lap but in a way so Melvin can't quite read it yet. 'That one day I laughed at you.. That was because well you were texting me the lyrics of a song that I wrote.' I sign giving him the original version of Counting Stars which was sang by One Republic.

His eyes scan the page and his eyes grow wide. 'There's no way. You just wrote this yesterday from the song right?' He aks in sign language not able to believe me. 'Look at the date and the ink.' I sign towards him in an answer. He looks down and his eyes grow wide. 'You can check the date if you want.' I sign smiling, secretly being a bit proud that I wrote such an famous song. He takes his phone out and after a while he looks at me again. 'What other songs did you write?' He asks signing. I smile. 'Too much to count, but you will learn through the years and I took a few of which you can look at later.' I sign smiling. He nods and pull out the crisps I took with me. I open the bag and I put it in between me and Melvin and shared it with him. He eats them too and I don't know where it comes from, but I yawn and suddenly feel very tired. 'I am really tired, I think I am going to head home.' I sign towards Melvin, but he shakes his head. 'I still want to hear you sing and spend more time with you now we have got the chance, you are not going anywhere.' He signs. 'I am really sorry Melvin, but I am dead on my feet. I really need my sleep.' I sign back.

'You can sleep here. In my bed. I still have a bit to do, like song writing and stuff, but I wouldn't mind if you would sleep for a while.' Melvin signs. 'I don't have any sleeping clothes with me, and I would feel weird.' I sign back. 'I have got something that would do okay on you. And really, I don't mind.' Melvin signs back and I yawn rolling my eyes in surrender. Melvin grins and goes to a small closet and throws a shirt, sweatpants and a hoody at me. I walk to the bathroom and change. When I come out I see Melvin staring at me in his clothes. 'If you say I look good in your clothes I will hate you even more.' I sign. 'So I can't be honest anymore?' Melvin asks in sign language. I just let myself fall on his bed and let out a loud groan even though I can't hear it myself I can still feel it. I put my middle finger up. I go to sit up and turn to Melvin who is obviously very amused by me. 'Alright, it might be that I make sounds in my sleep, but I don't know. If you are bothered by me just wake me up. And I only wake up if I get shaken softly. Because well I am always grumpy when I just woke up, but it's worse when I don't get my princess treatment. And I believe that that's all you need to know.' I sign so Melvin knows.

He nods understanding. 'Sleep tight.' He signs and I grin. 'I'm off to dreamland.' I sign back which makes him smile and I crawl under the covers engulfing myself in warmth and falling asleep right away.

Third Point Of View

Through the next few years they had shared a few kisses and a short while of dating. They loved each other to death, but somehow they didn't end up together. In fact.. Elena's phone broke. She hadn't memorized his number and didn't have enough money to go to his concerts, because she just moved and it was supposed to be a surprise for Melvin, but he couldn't find her.

They were both heartbroken and even though it made Melvin's songs flow, it was never enough. They both thought about each other everyday, and how things could have been if things had been different. But things weren't different. Elena had gone to an therapist and learned a lot. She got inspired an instead of songs she wrote a few poem books. She learned to accept that Melvin and her were in the past, but also learned that that didn't mean she couldn't miss him.

She overcame a bridge, and Melvin overcame his a bit later. Elena became a wise woman, but sadly she didn't have any kids or granddaughters to share it with. Melvin became even more famous and he too learned to enjoy his life. He never forgot Elena, and she never forgot him. He even gave a lot of money to research cures for deafness and all that stuff. He also made an album with songs about deafness and about her. With what she once said to him.

She was flattered when she discovered it. Love is difficult, you won't always end up together. Or even find your other half. It's a part of life. Not all of our lives are like books. Are fairy tales, but you can still have fun. No one is perfect. You will have to learn to accept that, because otherwise you will never be happy. Their love for each other never stopped and it never will.

They both died peaceful and old. With their hearts full of love for each other. Happy that they had met each other. Melvin had left his songs behind. And Elena left her poems behind and a letter. For someone to find and guide them through life.

They were brought together again and they will definitely meet again in another life.

It all started with that song. But it were Elena's words that made the difference.

"I am deaf... but I can hear you."