Donghae has known Yoona for most of his life; she was his single life line- his only connection to the outside. She translated the silent world to his deafened ears, allowing him to experience things he couldnt hear himself. With her, he didnt need to hear music. He felt it.  ForewordHe would quietly stare at her, watching her chest rise and fall- imagining the sound of her breathing. Was it ragged and halting? Or smooth and calm?  He didnt know. All he knew was that she was by his side. Donghae didnt need anyone. He just needed himself, his dreams, and his Yoona.