#⡊ ☾ ˚⊹a good girl with a big problem⊹ — study

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A Silent Voice (S.Strange x Mute! Female Reader)

Summary: born as a special girl who couldn't speak since birth, Y/n became the talk of the every schools she went because of her lack of speech. And then she intends to do something that is 'good' for her until Stephen came to save her.

As usual, I'm sorry if there are any wrong sentences or typos or grammatical mistakes, please forgive me and again English is not my first language, so I try to improve my language and writing in this way.

Warning: fluff, so many dramatic words, Stephen being a sweetheart, Negative thoughts, negative words, suicide attempt, bullying, angst.

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Born as a special female child where you are unable to make a sound out of your mouth, even if you want to laugh out loud, there is scratchy or no sound that comes out of your throat. As if something is blocking your voice box from making any sound. And this causes you to be bullied and scolded in high school because you are a mute girl.

Mute Girl.

That's what they called you when you were in school. A girl who is unable to make a sound out of her own mouth as if she is being held to not speak in her own body. Other children will see you as a quiet person and often take advantage of your lack of speaking to bully and insult your existence.

This happens all the time you study at that school. Why? Because of your lack of speaking. They will bully you to the point of using abusive words and saying something negative about you. And they know, you won't tell anyone because you yourself can't get your voice out of your own throat even if you use sign language. They don't understand.

And because it happened over time it got worse and worse until you were physical hurts, you were forced to transfer to another school. But, the same thing still happens even if you set foot in a new school.

But thankfully, you have parents who support your disability. It is your parents who often give you encouragement to continue living and always comfort you if you come home with bruises or in a sad state after being bullied. They are the pillars of your life. You will do anything for them.

They are also the ones who are willing to learn sign language in order to communicate with you even if you are not deaf, but there is nothing wrong if they want to learn too, right? Over time, the case of bullying became something that was quite bad for you until your parents decided to homeschool you. They will call teachers from outside to teach you until you can study at the University with the knowledge you have.

But unfortunately. Just when you were 21 years old, both your parents died in a plane crash. And causing you to manage the funeral alone because both of your parents are only children. There is no aunts or uncles or even cousins nor did siblings to help you. You are only child...Grandma and grandpa? sadly they have met their creator.

This also causes you to break down and find it difficult to get a job because of your disability. Although you also use the method of writing what you want to say on the notebook that you always carry. But, sadly they don't want to hire you as an employee.

You are lost. You don't know what to do with your life right now. What's the point of studying if you can't get a job? And from there you start hating yourself. You don't like being a mute person. You don't like being born mute. You want to scream and cry until your throat hurts but you can't get it out of your own throat. You can't ask for help. You hate everything.

You feel that you do not deserve to live in this world. You are just a wasteful human to live in this big world. Oh, it would be nice if you weren't born.

8 years later, right after you were in a state of depression. You begin to see the world in a different light. Kamar Taj. A place where people who are not accepted will be accepted here. A place where all problems will disappear like dust in the wind. A quiet place that removes all negative thoughts from the mind. You still think about the time you set foot here for the first time.

The day on which you should end your life in this world. A few years ago, you were supposed to go home but you were emotionally down, you changed direction to go to a construction site not far from your house and there you planned to end your life by falling from the partially finished building.

You were in a nervous state while on top of the partially finished building looking down. Your brain calculates how long it will take you to the bottom. How fast will you get to the bottom? Is it fast like you are sleeping or slow like you are swimming in the deep ocean? And will you realize that you will fall from the height of the building that almost reached the 13-story building?.

But everything is ignored by you. Besides, you slowly started to release your hand from the safety rail. The strong wind began to blow hard against your neatly tied hair and began to fly until your red ribbon was torn off and flew away into the night sky. Here it is, this way you can be with your family. No one will be able to bully and insult you again. There will be no more life problems that you have to go through. Everything will be peaceful and calm.

Then, in peace you are now. You can hear the voice of your mother and father as if calling you in a soft voice. Convinced you to be with them in their sweet verses. You can feel their touch but you can't hold them. So, what you do is, you immediately let go of your strong hold on the safety rail without a second thought and just want to be with them.

However, everything stopped the moment you felt yourself being pulled from your shirt. And immediately you were pulled hard and thrown backwards and collided with the body of someone who pulled your shirt. You with your struggle slapped the hand of someone who did that aggressively as if you were angry that your plan didn't go smoothly. Whatever you want to do, there must be something stopping you.

You punched and slapped someone's hands hard and with a quick mind you lowered your head and opened your mouth and bitten someone's hand so hard that it caused the owner of the hand to scream with a hoarse voice. Oh, it turns out that the owner of the hand is a man. You didn't know that it was a man pulling your shirt because the pitch black atmosphere made it difficult for you to see so, you thoughtlessly did so.

"Stop! hey! ouch. Don't bite me!" shouted the man while trying to free his hand from biting you.

You then stop. Then released the bite from the man's hand immediately, before with a struggle you push yourself from your current position which is you on top of the man. You then got up but tripped causing you to fall down as soon as you hit some bricks that were there. You quickly moved back while your eyes looked at the man who was still lying down who was also stroking his hand that you had bitten earlier. You then in a state of fear, you reached for some iron bars near you as weapons. Worried if the man is dangerous or a rapist or a serial killer. At least you have a weapon to fight him.

The man started to get up and sat looking around as if he was looking for your whereabouts in the dark night before his ears caught the sound of an iron bar being moved in front of him. Immediately his eyes looked directly at your glance which was 5 centimeters from where he was.

The man tried to approach you by slowly crawling towards you. You who were still stiff in front of him began to hold the iron bar tightly with both hands before swinging the iron bar in the hope that the man would distance himself from you. The man stopped and distanced himself from the swing of the iron bar from you, worried that he would get injured again. The imprint of your teeth still looks perfect in his hands. That's enough to make him wary of you. You seems small but you have a strength that he himself could not expect.

The man held his hands forward. "wow, wow. Stop! What are you doing?! It's dangerous to swing that iron bar. You'll get hurt. So stop swinging that iron bar!"

You who were still in fear stopped as soon as you heard the man's shout. there is also truth in what he said. If you are injured, who will treat you later? Slowly, you lowered the iron bar down but still held the iron bar tightly as a sign of caution.

The man sighed in relief and looked at you. "don't worry, I won't do anything to you. I just want to check if you have any injuries after I pulled you so hard earlier. I'm sorry about that." said the man before slowly crawling towards you.

You who are still cautious let him approach you but your hand still holds the iron bar tightly. As soon as the man was in front of you, he slowly reached both of your hands holding the iron bar. With both of his hands on both of yours, he grabbed your fingers as a sign of releasing the tight grip. You who were finally able to see the man's face began to release your grip. Your eyes looked at the man's face. Sharp cheekbones, pale skin, short black hair and white lines on each side of the head and eyes that you yourself can't be sure what color they are.

The light of the moon shone in his grayish blue eyes. It's like an ocean of night illuminated by the light of the moon which is also decorated with stars in the sky. The spark in his eyes is clearly visible and this can make you mesmerized by the man's face.

Without realizing it, the iron bar in your hand was placed to your side far away from where you were. And now you only have empty hands. The man looked at you with a frown.

"Are you ok? Let me check you, maybe you are injured." said the man in a deep but soft voice as his hand held your palm that had scratches from the rough and sharp iron bar.

You who seemed to be mesmerized immediately snapped out of the trance and looked at the man cautiously. You still think that this man looks handsome but maybe he is dangerous. Maybe he is trying to soften your heart before he does something bad to you.

You flinched. You can feel the pain and soreness that now dominates your palm and it's enough to snap you out of your reverie. All the dreams that play in your mind immediately disappear like dust blown by the wind. With adrenaline still pumping fast in your veins, you started trying to pull your hands from the man's grasp. His grip is not strong but his grip is enough to make you struggle to free yourself.

The man could only hold your hand tightly. As if not wanting to let go of you. Worry if you start doing unexpected things.

You who are able to pull and struggle are only able to do so because you know that you will not be able to ask for help with your disability. But that doesn't mean you can't fight this guy! You are strong ok! If you kicked this man in his private are-

"stop it, missy. I'm not going to do anything to you. I just want to know if you're hurt or not. After all, you should thank me for saving you from trying to jump off this building. Luckily, I'm nearby in this area." explained the man with a tone of disbelief. He really didn't believe in you right after you did 'that' stunt.

And what you did after that he didn't believe it himself. You tried to scream but you couldn't get your voice out and what he saw was that you only opened your mouth with a hoarse voice that sounded like it was stuck.

Your hand was still held without being released by the man. The man frowned strangely at you.

"Hey, what are you trying to do? Are you okay? Do you want me to make an emergency call?" asked the man. He himself does not know what you are doing now.

You shut your mouth. Then looked at the man with an almost nervous face. Worried if this man thought you were crazy, your eyes continued to glaze over with tears and immediately tears began to fall down your cheeks.

The man strangely looked at you with concern. He himself did not know what was happening now. All he knows is that you are now sobbing for no reason. He slowly approached you and held both of your shoulders and hugged you gently trying to persuade you. His hand caressed your back gently. The sound of your cries now only sounds muffled in the man's chest.

"hey, come on. Don't cry.. I won't do anything to you, you know? I'll just save you. Yeah?" said the man in a soft voice trying to persuade you.

After a few moments, you stopped crying and moved your head away from his chest which you yourself just noticed was quite strong.. ohh, handsome and strong.. enough!.

The light of the moon slowly makes it easier for you to see a glimpse of the man in front of you. The man wore a gray T-shirt and a black jacket. The t shirt is a bit tight for him but it fits him, making it easy for you to see his lean and muscular body. He wore black pants and gray and white converse shoes to complete his outfit that night. So, here is the face and glimpse of your savior.

You looked at the man with your red eyes after just a few minutes of crying. Embarrassed, you looked down. Try to avoid eye contact with him. Worry if he sees how you are now. The man slowly grabbed your shoulder and squeezed gently.

The man lifted your chin to look into your eyes. "My name is Doctor Stephen Strange, so you don't have to be afraid because I won't do anything to you, understand? You don't have to be afraid, I just want to check if you're hurt or not."

' Oh, ' your heart whispered as soon as you heard what Stephen said earlier.

He only meant well. You are the only one who thinks negatively and acts recklessly. You looked into Stephen's eyes for a long time. Try to find any negative things that might be hidden just to soften your heart. But, what you see is only positive things and a little worry. You relieve yourself instantly.

Stephen let out a light sigh, then moved his hand to examine your palm which was now covered in scratches from falling and holding the rough and sharp iron bar.

"see, I just want to know if you are injured or not but because of the stunt you did earlier, it has gotten worse. I'm just worried that this wound will get infected." Stephen gently caressed the scratches on your palm.

You flinched again. Finally you know how painful your palms and your elbows are. Your adrenaline has now run out so all the pain can now be felt by you. Just after you could feel how sore your palm was, you tried to pull your hand away but Stephen gripped your hand tightly.

"No, let me see and help you.. please. I know you're scared, so I'm trying to help you.. what you did just now is not what you should have done. Your life is not meant to be taken for granted. You have time to live and you want to leave it like that? Suicide is not the way for you to run away from problems. Even you die, the problems will follow you no matter the time, place or what. You need help.. you need someone.. Let me have this opportunity to help you." Stephen explained in a soft but firm tone. His hands gripped your hands tightly. His eyes looked straight into yours.

It was quiet. Only the sound of the wind blowing on the plastic wrapped around the bricks can be heard. Someone. You need someone to help you. Someone who is willing to help you find the meaning of life. Someone who understands your problems.

After a few moments later, you nodded, letting him help you. Stephen sighed heavily and brought your palm closer to his face, trying to examine the scratches that were quite a lot and some of them were so deep. Stephen then pulled your sleeve aside to check for any other injuries. And apparently there were bruises on your arms too.. probably from Stephen pulling you and possibly your hand hitting the cement floor hard.

Stephen sighed lightly. "I'm sorry if I pulled you hard earlier.. if I hadn't acted quickly.. you would have fallen."

You shook your head, 'it's okay'. Stephen frowned.

"I didn't know you didn't talk much...."said Stephen in a tone trying to raise the cheer up mood from the sad mood.

You could only look at Stephen with a frown. Then, you let go of your hands and made a simple sign for Stephen to understand as if showing your mouth and shaking your head as a sign that you are someone who cannot speak.

Stephen widened his eyes and anxiously he looked elsewhere and avoided eye contact with you. Shame because he didn't know that you were a mute from the beginning. All the signs were shown in front of his eyes, but he himself did not see them.

"Oh! I'm sorry.. I didn't notice you.. mute.. " Stephen looked down in shame. He should be able to tell you're a mute by the way you try to scream. Oh, how stupid he is.

You looked at Stephen for a long time. You are stunned. Don't know what to do. This was the first time you heard someone apologize and not scold you for being mute. All this time, they just mocked and ignored you and even bullied you no matter where you were. This is the first time you've heard words other than profanity.

You nodded, a sign that you accepted the forgiveness. Stephen breathed a sigh of relief. Then, Stephen gently reached your hands again.

Stephen then stroked your arm with his thumb. "I think, I can help you take care of this at my place.. it's not far from here.. I just grabbed my sling ring and opened the porta-" Stephen stopped. Should he tell you that he is a sorcerer.. You must think it's a joke. Worry about your fear when he summons a portal out of nowhere. Stephen shook his head.

"I should have told you that I have magic, so you might feel scared when I use one of my magic to open the portal.. feel free to runaway" Stephen said looking at your face with a worried frown.

You frowned, confused. Magic? Is this a joke? seriously magic? He thinks you'll believe what he says? there is no magic in this world. It's impossible if he has magic. It is not possible for a magician to claim that he has magic or not.

You looked at Stephen for a long time. Try to find any indication that what he said was not a joke or yes. But, there is no indication that he is a fraud. This makes you hesitate a bit to believe it. Maybe he is good at hiding all his deceptions. We do not know if what we see is true or not. What we want is that things will be true if we see what is in front of our eyes.

Without realizing that you looked at Stephen for a long time, this made Stephen feel uncomfortable under your gaze. Round eyes as if trying to see everything inside his body. Stephen hesitantly snapped his fingers in front of your eyes, trying to snap out of your daydreams. With a jerk, you snapped back to reality and looked at Stephen before shyly looking down. Maybe embarrassed that you were caught daydreaming in front of him.

"like I said, I don't plan to scare you so I have to open the portal if that's what you want to call.. So feel free to run away. I won't chase you." said Stephen carefully and in a low tone trying not to scare you .

He understands that not everyone in this world believes in magic or the supernatural. Some will believe with what is in front of their eyes but others will reject with what is in front of their eyes as well. So that was not a new thing that Stephen had been through. Everyone has their own choice. It's just whether to believe or not.

Slowly, you looked at Stephen hesitantly. Thinking about whether or not to follow him. The feeling of fear is still hovering inside you as well as the feeling of wanting help. You really need help but you still have trust issues in yourself. At first you didn't dare to ask for help because you don't want the same thing to happen again. But, seeing the look Stephen gave you, for some reason you suddenly felt that you could trust him. In his eyes, that's enough to make you calm and trust him. His sincere and helpful look is shown to you and it is enough to make you accept help from him.

With an open heart, you nodded as if you would follow him and not run away. Stephen looked into your eyes with a feeling that he himself could not describe. A rather warm and relieved feeling suddenly took over him. It's as if he was captivated by your shy personality. The feel of your hands in his is enough to make him speechless. Even if your hands has scratches or wounds, he can still feel your smooth and soft skin in his palm.

But, what he doesn't know is that you also have the same feelings. Stephen returned to reality. Looking at you one last time before he nodded and let go of your hands. Immediately the warm touch that he started to like disappeared as soon as their hands were released. You sighed heavily. A sign as if you don't like the touch is over. You want to hold his warm hand again. You want to feel all the veins and skin in his big hands.

By putting his hand in his pants pocket, Stephen took out a ring from his pocket. You frowned, confused.

'uh, a ring? does he want to propose? I don't even know him yet and he wants to propose me or what? ' you thought jokingly.

Stephen looked at the ring on his palm and looked at you. The strange ring with two holes and colored bronze in Stephen's hand was shown to your face.

"This is the Sling Ring. This is what allows me to open the portal so you don't have to walk far to go anywhere." Stephen explained to you who was still frowning.

'sling ling? Slingy? ' you thought confusedly.

You tilted your head slightly to the side as 'how'. Stephen quickly understood your body movements and started to insert his fingers into the ring then he turned his back to you. The hand with the ring is pointed forward while the other hand is turned clockwise.

You confusedly saw what Stephen was doing and widened your eyes when you saw a spark that came out of nowhere in front of you. Your mouth dropped open as you saw the sparks getting bigger and bigger and more and more making them form a circle. What makes you stunned is that behind the spark is a grand staircase

made of teak wood leading to the upper floor. The gleaming wooden floor must be waxed every week and what amazes you is a large round window that forms a symbol.

After the spark was big enough, Stephen stopped moving his hands and looked at the stunned you. The open mouth and round eyes are enough to make him know that you are stunned by what you just witnessed. It's not always that people like you have seen things like this. So, Stephen understood their reaction because he himself was the same at the first time.

Stephen then extended his hand towards you as if he wanted you to take his hand. You who were in a dazed state then noticed Stephen's hand in front of you. You looked at his hand hesitantly then slowly you took Stephen's hand. His hand that felt rough and large was held tightly by you as soon as Stephen stepped into the realm of sparks called the portal. If that's what you want to call it.

As soon as you enter the portal, you look around the new place with wide eyes. A big place like a museum becomes an attraction for you when antiques and strange things are placed there and become a focal point that makes you not run away from looking at it. The shiny wooden floor as well as the big staircase in the middle of the place become a highlight of this museum-like place.

You looked at Stephen. 'but, where am I now? ' whisper your heart. You then squeezed Stephen's hand that was holding yours. Immediately, Stephen who still didn't notice his hand holding you jerked and looked at you with slightly widened eyes.

Stephen then looked at his hand that was still holding yours. Without thinking, he let go of his hand. Your hand that Stephen was holding quickly fell to the side. You don't know why for you that act makes you unhappy. Is it because you can't feel his rough and warm hands that are quite comfortable for you? or do you just want to hold his hand which is a bit bigger than you? I don't know. But, that makes you uncomfortable and luckily you are good at hiding your feelings.

"I'm sorry, I didn't notice that I was still holding your hand. I'm sorry if that made you uncomfortable" Stephen lowered his head a little while stroking the back of his neck. You made a 'sorry' sign to Stephen by swinging your right hand in the air.

"I'm sorry, I didn't notice that I was still holding your hand. I'm sorry if that made you uncomfortable" Stephen lowered his head a little while stroking the back of his neck. You make a sign as if 'it's okay' with your thumb and index finger on your dominant hand meeting, making a circle, while the remaining fingers point up slightly separated. Stephen nodded in understanding. You then looked at Stephen while waving your hand in the air as if to show the surrounding area and shook your head to the side in confusion. Stephen was stunned trying to understand what you meant. Understandably, he doesn't really know sign language or what signs are easy to understand. Even if you try to make something easy to understand, he still can't catch what it means.

"sorry, I don't know what you mean.. do you want me to get paper and a pen to write down what you want to ask? I can get it for you" said Stephen getting ready to go up the stairs.

You shake your head. Then you quickly took out your phone from the pocket of the hoodie you were wearing. You open the note application and start typing. As soon as you finished, you turned your phone to Stephen.

Stephen tilted his head slightly to look at the phone screen in your hand. although he is tall and you are shorter than him so the difference is quite noticeable so he had to reduce his height for you by bending his legs a little. One more thing, your arms are not very long so that's why Stephen needs to bow down a bit.

' what place is this? '

Stephen looked at your face and at the same time you looked at Stephen's face. Slowly, you lowered your hand holding the phone to the side. You each looked at each other's faces for a moment before you both snapped out of your reverie when a flash of red appeared in front of you both making you both startled.

Stephen massaged his chest slowly trying to calm his fast heartbeat. You stepped back with a shocked face as soon as your eyes caught that red flash. A bright red cloak floated in front of Stephen while swinging its cloth in front of Stephen as if angry with Stephen. The shocked looking Stephen looked at his faithful cloak with a frown.

"Levi, yes I know, I didn't want to leave you in the washing machine on purpose. I thought Wong would take you and dry you but I didn't know that Wong had a job at the Hong Kong Sanctum. I'm sorry" said Stephen as he swung his hand to hold his faithful cloak.

Levi stopped what he was doing. Then he quickly slapped Stephen's left hand with his wet cloth. Stephen jerked and pulled his hand painfully and stroked his hand with his right hand. Stephen winced in pain as he rubbed his damp left hand with his right hand.

"What's that for?! Why did you hit me? I said sorry earlier, right?" Stephen said, looking at Levi with a disgruntled and confused expression.

Levi just floated in front of Stephen and then with a twist that caused a splash of water to hit Stephen's face, Levi began to notice your presence.

You who witnessed the interaction between the master and his cloth looked at Levi with a surprised and scared plus curious expression on your face. All the questions start to appear in your mind. How can it float? is it alive what is this thing?. You started getting closer to Levi trying to see the material of the cloth that for Levi was his body.

Although Levi's body is a bit wet and damp, but you can see that the fabric is smooth and rough to hold, in fact it is quite strong. The dark red color that looks like black because it is damp looks a bit faded but it can appear to be red. Maybe it is used regularly and durable.

You extended your right hand towards Levi. Try to touch it. Levi who was floating in front of you started to move closer to your hand. Levi nuzzled into your hand like a spoiled cat with its master. You smiled as you stroked Levi's damp fabric. Stephen who witnessed the act was stunned and silent. He doesn't expect you to like Levi and is not afraid of him at all. In fact, he didn't expect you to treat Levi like a cat. He also did not expect Levi to accept new people to spoil. Levi is difficult and picky so Stephen doesn't expect that Levi can warm up with you quickly.

Stephen cleared his throat. Immediately you and Levi jerked and looked at Stephen at the same time.

"um.. that's The Cloak of Levitation. Just call him Levi. I didn't even expect that he could warm up to you so quickly. So far he's never done that and will only be with me. He's the type that chooses people because I didn't expect that he warmed up to you." Stephen explained as he walked over to you and Levi.

Levi looked at you and you looked at Stephen and nodded in understanding.

" and to answer your question. We are now in New York Sanctum. Greenwich Village if you want to be more specific. " Stephen continued.

You looked at Stephen for a long time in disbelief. Greenwich Village and your house are nowhere near. Far from your home but yet you are here. In New York.

You started typing quickly on your phone before turning the phone screen to Stephen. Stephen started reading what you typed.

' No way we're in Greenwich Village. It's far from my house! how am I going to get home later?'

Stephen was silent. Ok, he doesn't know that your house is far from here, but he just wants to help you. Stephen sighed heavily.

"don't worry, I can open a portal like before to your house after I help clean the injuries on both your hands and arms. After that you can give me your home address and you can go back home. How about that? Miss-"

You typed your name and showed it to Stephen.

"Y/n L/n..." Stephen said softly.

You nodded.

"Alright, let's go to the kitchen. I think there's a first aid kit in the kitchen cabinet so let's go there" Stephen said then turned and started walking down the hallway towards the kitchen.

You looked at Levi hesitantly. Levi just lifted his cloth as a 'shrug' sign. You blinked and without being told, you started to follow Stephen from behind.

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"just a little bit, don't move" Stephen said while rubbing the white cotton that had been coated with antiseptic on the wound on your palm.

You flinched in pain. Eyes twitched a little holding back the pain in the palm. Stephen stopped for a moment when he saw your pained reaction before going back to rubbing the cotton again.

After a few minutes of treating and applying a plaster to your wound, Stephen then threw the cotton in the trash and walked to the freezer to get an ice cube. Then, he took a cloth and covered the ice with the cloth before wrapping it tightly so that it would not fall. After that, the cloth with ice was brought by Stephen to give to you. Stephen handed you the cloth. You took it and jerked at the coldness of the cloth before it was brought to the bruise on your arm.

The atmosphere in the kitchen was quiet. Only the noise of car and motorcycle engines could be heard in the wilds of Sanctum. Stephen just looked at you. His eyes focused on your sweet face. The face that will always be in his mind. Your soft smooth skin, as well as your eyes that light up as soon as he opens the portal to the Sanctum and your suspicious reaction which for him is quite.. cute. Where your forehead is wrinkled and your mouth is open because you are speechless.

For him it's quite.. beautiful. But, he was a little sad the moment he saw you on top of the half-finished building. He knows you have personal problems but suicide is not the way to go. You need help and that help is Stephen.

Stephen broke the silence by asking you a question.

"Why are you on top of that half-finished building at night like this?"

You stop what you are doing now. Embarrassed, you looked at Stephen with a sad face before you reached for your phone that was placed next to you and started typing.

'you do not need to know. It has nothing to do with you. That's my problem so you don't need to know'

"but, if you were on the top of that building to commit suicide, don't you think your dead body will be a matter for other people? They must want to know how you could die, want to know what problems you are facing plus want to know what you did alone on top of the half-finished building. So I ask you again, what did you do to be on top of that building?" Asked Stephen then sit in front of you.

You looked down sadly. But, your fingers quickly typed on the phone before showing it to Stephen.

'I'm tired of being scolded by others because of my disability. Just because I can't speak I'm treated badly by them. From childhood to adulthood I was treated like that. I thought, after studying and working.. that matter is over. But unfortunately it will not end. Their treatment of me is the same. I find it hard to get a job, not to mention my budget is getting less and less.. I sometimes think.. why does the world hate me? Why was I born with this? There is a level where I can't bear to face all this. So I thought, if I'm not in this world, all this must not happen to me again... No one can help me..'

Stephen was silent for a moment, his eyes still focused on the phone screen. But, his thoughts were snapped the moment he heard the sniffles from you. His eyes then looked at your face which was red and your cheeks were wet with tears.

Stephen then grabbed your hand that was holding the phone. He gently took your hand and took your phone from your hand. The phone was placed next to you again and Stephen slowly hugged your body gently. Stephen rested his chin on your head as his hands stroked your back and hair softly and slowly.

"it's okay.. don't cry.. You're not wrong but what you did earlier was wrong. You should ignore what they say. I'm here.. I can help you.. please.. let me help you. Your life is not your own. Keeps your hands off it. You don't have to worry about work anymore.. I can help you." Stephen said softly.

You sobbed into his chest before nodding your head allowing him to help you. This is what you wanted all along. Help. The help you should have gotten in the first place. People who understand your true situation and who don't complain. Sincere help from the heart.

"Y/n?"

You opened your eyes that had been closed for a long time but narrowed your eyelids due to the light of the midday sun. As soon as your eyes were adjusted by blinking a few times to be able to see clearly, you turned your body slightly backwards to see who was calling you.

"Honey, there you are. I've been looking for you in the library but you weren't there so I came here because I know you might be here." said Stephen with a tired voice, his hands seemed to be holding a small body wrapped in a blue cloth on his chest. Stephen approached you and sat next to you.

You then started signing to Stephen.

"I'm sorry, I should have told you that I was teaching a class earlier and meditation for a while. I shouldn't have left you alone with Victor. Sorry"

You then took your one and a half year old son from Stephen's arms. Victor Strange. You and Stephen's only son. His eyes follow his father while his hair follows you. A healthy and strong baby is born and raised by you both. Victor who was still sleeping then whimpered when his sleep was interrupted by you taking Victor from Stephen's arms. You patted Victor's side gently trying to calm him down so he would go back to sleep.

Stephen shook his head slightly. "don't worry, Victor has been sleeping for a long time now so it's not a problem and you have class which is I understand because I also have my own work. So you don't have to worry. We are both always busy. And seeing that you are stressed I understand that you need time to de-stress so I don't want to disturb you but because I'm bored and want to get out of Sanctum and I don't want to leave Victor alone, so I'll go find you."

You nodded and looked at Victor who was still sleeping. Stephen who was looking at you could sense that something was playing in your mind. Something that makes you distracted by your surroundings.

"Are you okay?" Stephen asked in a worried tone and looked at you with concern.

You looked at your husband with an uncertain expression. You are afraid to say the truth that the feeling of fear and insecurity is still in you because of what happened before you were in the Taj Room. You know it was a long time ago, but old wounds can still open if something triggers that feeling of fear and insecurity.

You don't want to worry about Stephen because you know he deals a lot with other things so you don't want to add more problems to him. Enough with the problems happening in this mystic world that Stephen has to deal with, let alone deal with your personal problems.

"yeah, I'm fine. I'm just tired from the class before" you sign to your husband with simple sign language.

Stephen looked at you for a long time. "You know what's going on with your mind, you can just tell me right?"

You nodded slowly. There is no other way to avoid telling the truth to Stephen. So you just give up.

"I just remember the first day we met.. You know 'that day' right?"you sign

Stephen nodded and moved closer to you and placed his hands all over your body. He hugged you gently.

"yes, I remember. You don't have to think about that anymore. Everything is ok now. I'm with you, Victor is with you. You don't have to worry about all those things anymore because we'll always be with you." Stephen whispered softly in your ear. His right hand caressed your head while his left hand caressed Victor's body.

You nodded your head slowly. Without realizing that your eyes are filled with tears. You were touched by what Stephen said earlier. Yes, it's true that you don't have to worry about that anymore. You don't have to think about negative things anymore because you have two people you love and are always with you no matter where you are. Old things are left to be old things. Now you need to focus on new things.