Whispers of Love by Haven Rose

Freak. Nightmare. Loner. Hermit.
I’ve heard the names they call me, not caring that my injuries were sustained on a mission where I helped saved lives. All they recognize is the consequence of my heroics, the permanent vocal cord paralysis. It’s why I barely speak, as if I’d want to. People judge you, computers don’t, so I handle security for various companies. But Landry Parsons is like no one I’ve ever come across.
Rumors aren’t always accurate. Some don’t even have the seeds of truth.
I know what they say about Cyrus Wilkins, knew they were lies before I even met him. Now that I have, I visit him every chance I get, leaving a little piece of myself behind each time, unknowingly taking a part of him to replace it. I hope he starts talking to me soon. Then again, I’d follow those whispers of his anywhere, and if they lead me into his arms? That’d be perfect.