All her life she had been surrounded by sounds. The cars on the street, people talking, music, it was something she had gotten used to. And when it all disappeared, surprisingly, she didn't miss it. Going around the world without hearing anything was some kind of a blessing for her. Of course, she would like to listen to music again, or have a conversation, but she had lived that already and she was ready to embrace a soundless life.
It was funny how it all started. One day she woke up and she couldn't hear anything, only silence. At first, she had gone to several doctors, but none could find anything wrong in her. In the end she decided that, somehow, the part of her brain that received sounds had been unplugged, and, that, in the same way, maybe it could get working again. She decided to change her life, she left the city and moved to a country house by a lake. She had a peaceful life there, much better than when she was able to hear. She finally found time to paint, one of her passions, and, as there was nothing to distract her, her paintings would reflect her true soul. She started selling them, first to some people from a nearby town, then to other cities, and became quite known among the critics. She never left her home, though, shielded on her deafness to avoid the external world.
One day, however, she woke up and she heard the birds singing. The world crumbled for her. Her silence was her weapon, she needed it. She started considering what would happen to her career. And then she took a decision. She would pretend that she kept being unable to hear, maybe she didn't need a complete silence, but a metaphoric one. Maybe if she just maintained the illusion it would be enough.
It wasn't, hearing what other people said about her, and about her paintings, while they thought she couldn't hear them was too much to bear. She had earned enough money to live comfortably all her life, so she ended up quitting painting for good.
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