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A Room Full of Quiet
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2025-12-06 07:04:55The kiss lingered in Lola’s mind for days, haunting her in quiet moments. She replayed it when brushing her teeth, when folding laundry, when lying awake at night staring at the ceiling. It had been soft, tender, full of unspoken grief, but it was enough to shift everything.
She dreaded seeing him again.
She needed to see him again.
On Thursday, life made the choice for her.
Emily was scheduled for a longer appointment. When Melvin came in, pushing his wife’s wheelchair, the tension between him and Lola was palpable, an electric quiet that neither acknowledged.
“Morning,” Lola said softly.
“Morning,” Melvin replied, his voice rough like he’d been rehearsing what not to say.
Emily raised a brow at both of them. “Why do you two look like you robbed a bank together?”
Lola nearly dropped the clipboard. “What? No..... I......”
Melvin coughed loudly. “Ignore her. She’s in one of her moods.”
Emily smirked. “One of my moods is better than none.”
After they were checked in, Maria took Emily to the back. Melvin lingered in the lobby, pacing lightly before sinking onto a chair.
Lola hesitated before approaching.
“Do you want some water?” she asked gently.
He shook his head. “I want… I don’t know what I want.”
Lola sat beside him, keeping her hands firmly in her lap. “We shouldn’t talk about the other night.”
“I know,” he said, staring at the floor. “But it’s all I’ve thought about.”
A flutter of emotion moved through her chest. “Melvin…”
He lifted his head, eyes red and weary. “I shouldn’t have done it. I shouldn’t have put you in that position.”
“You didn’t put me anywhere. I’m responsible too.”
He laughed softly, bitterly. “You deserve better than someone half-broken.”
“I don’t want better,” Lola whispered before she could stop herself. “I just want honesty.”
He looked at her sharply, breath catching. “Lola…”
She stayed still. “What are you feeling? Really?”
His voice cracked. “Lost. Guilty. Terrified. And… drawn to you in a way I can’t make sense of.”
Her heart twisted painfully.
“You’re grieving,” she said softly. “You’re not thinking clearly.”
He shook his head. “I’m thinking clearer than I have in months. And that scares me.”
Silence expanded between them, thick and charged.
Then his voice dropped. “When Emily’s gone… I don’t know who I’ll be.”
Lola’s chest tightened. “You don’t have to figure that out today.”
“But I can’t pretend nothing’s happening,” he said bluntly. “Not with you.”
Her pulse raced. “So what now?”
He hesitated, then reached for her hand.
She let him take it.
Their fingers intertwined slowly, deliberately this time.
“We don’t do anything we’ll regret,” he said. “We don’t rush. We don’t hide. We just… breathe. Together.”
Lola exhaled shakily. “Okay.”
For the next hour, they sat in quiet companionship, sharing a space that wasn’t romantic or inappropriate—but painfully intimate.
When Emily returned, pale and sweating, Melvin sprang up immediately. Lola helped gather her things, careful not to meet Melvin’s gaze too directly.
Emily looked between them again, but she only smiled a small, sad smile, as if she understood everything and resented nothing.
As the Walkers left, Melvin looked back once more.
Not for permission.
For comfort.
And Lola realized, with a mix of dread and longing, that she was already in too deep.
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