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Chapter 3- What Lingers In Silence
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2026-04-10 19:33:51Belle POV
The house didnât feel like home anymore. It hadnât for a long time. Belle stepped inside quietly, closing the door behind her with the same care she used for everything else in her lifeâgentle, controlled, unnoticed. Her phone buzzed in her hand. She didnât need to look. She already knew. Stillâ Her screen lit up. Mom calling⌠Her fingers tightened slightly around the phone. It rang. And rang. Then stopped. A second laterâ Dad calling⌠Belle exhaled slowly, her expression unreadable. She watched it this time. Watched the name. Watched the screen glow. Watched it fade. Ignored. A message popped up almost immediately after. She didnât open it. Didnât need to. Because whatever it said⌠it would sound the same. Come downstairs. We need to talk. Belle, please. Her jaw clenched slightly. They lost the right to ask. A long time ago. From the living room, their voices carried faintly through the house. Low. Heavy. ââŚsheâs ignoring us again,â her motherâs voice cracked softly. A pause. Her father sighed. âShe used to talk to me.â That oneâ That one almost made her stop. Almost. But Belle moved anyway. Past them. Past the voices. Past the weight. Up the stairs. Each step quieter than the last. Like she was trying not to exist. Her room door closed with a soft click. And just like thatâ The world outside disappeared. Belle leaned against the door, eyes shut, breathing in slowly. This was her space. Her silence. Her escape. No expectations. No disappointment. No memories she didnât invite. Or at least⌠Thatâs what she told herself. She pushed off the door and walked to her bed, reaching for her headphones without hesitation. Routine. Safe. Familiar. She slipped them on, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear as her phone lit up again. Another message. She ignored it. Opened her music instead. Her thumb hovered over her playlist. Favorites. A small pause. Thenâ Tap. The song started. Soft. Slow. And instantlyâ Her body stilled. That voice. She knew it. Too well. Her breath caught slightly as the lyrics began to play, wrapping around her like something she couldnât escape. Him. Her ex. The one she tried not to think about. The one she never really forgot. Her expression shifted before she could stop it. The calm⌠slipped. Her eyes softened. Then dimmed. Painâquiet, familiarâsettled into her features like it had been waiting. âI shouldnât haveâŚâ she whispered under her breath. But she didnât stop the song. Couldnât. Because every word felt like a memory. Late-night conversations that stretched into morning. Laughter that felt like home. Promises whispered like they would last forever. But didnât. Belle sat down slowly on her bed, her fingers tightening around her phone. Her chest ached. Not sharp. Not overwhelming. Just⌠constant. Like something missing that never came back. She lay down, staring at the ceiling as the music played on. Her eyes shimmered slightly, but no tears fell. She wasnât the crying type. Not anymore. But the feeling? It was there. Heavy. Unspoken. âI miss youâŚâ she murmured softly, barely audible even to herself. And for a momentâ Just a momentâ She let herself feel. Ethan POV Ethan didnât like loose ends. He liked control. Predictability. Knowing exactly how things would play out. People were easy like that. You pushedâ They reacted. You lookedâ They folded. You spokeâ They listened. Simple. So whyâ Why was he still thinking about her? Ethan sat in his car, one hand resting on the steering wheel, the other tapping absently against the door. The engine was off. But he hadnât left. Not yet. His mind replayed the moment. Her voice. Calm. Unbothered. âYou showed up late. You donât get to claim it.â A slow smirk pulled at his lips. No fear. No hesitation. No attempt to impress him. Just⌠truth. Blunt. Unfiltered. His fingers stilled. That wasnât normal. Not around him. Not with him. He tilted his head back slightly, staring at the roof of the car as her face slipped into his thoughts again. The way she looked at himâ Not like he was someone to avoid, just like he was nothing And he finds that intriguing. He wanted to see what was beneath that cold gazeand break it. Even him was confused at himself at why he was so interested in her Well he knows that she doesn't give a damn about the do's and don't in the school And somehow that go him thinking?? Should he. Or not.
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