You’ll Never Hear My Voice Again

Summary

After surgery, the doctor ordered three months of vocal rest. Still, my girlfriend Wendy and friend Jasper mocked me relentlessly. During arguments, Jasper would smirk and step back. Can’t hear you, buddy. Frustrated, throat burning, I’d clutch my shirt, struggling to repeat myself. He’d nudge Wendy, laughing. Told you—he’ll squeak himself hoarse and quit. Wendy smiled, high-fiving him.

That evening, Jasper invited her to a bar for the playoffs. I gripped Wendy’s arm, signaling my needed follow-up. Jasper pulled her away. Too quiet, Nolan. Can’t hear a word.