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The silence between us

Penulis: Jojo
last update Terakhir Diperbarui: 2025-07-06 20:28:22

Louis’s POV

I stood in that cold, sterile hospital room, watching her.

Her body lay still on the white sheets, pale and motionless. Machines beeped in slow, rhythmic intervals, the only proof that she was still breathing. Wires clung to her like vines. Tubes taped to her skin. The soft hum of life-support filled the space between us.

But she didn’t look alive.

Evelyn looked like something shattered. Like a soul that had already left and just forgot to take the body with it.

I wanted to hear her speak. I wanted to hear her real voice, just once. Not the scream that had torn through the footage. Not the one that echoed in my head like a ghost refusing to be forgotten. But her voice. Her actual voice.

I’d never heard it before.

Not the way it was meant to sound.

She had kept that part of herself locked away from me… and still did.

I stood in the corner of the room, arms folded tight across my chest like they were the only thing holding me together. My jaw clenched so hard it ached. My sh
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    Evelyn’s POVThe moment I opened my eyes, my throat felt like sandpaper, my lips dry and cracked, but I forced myself to speak. The words came out slower than I expected, but firm."Let’s get a divorce."The air in the room shifted like I had just shattered glass. It was the first time I had ever spoken to Louis with my voice, my real voice, and those were the words I gave him.I hesitated at first. My fingers curled around the bedsheet, heart thudding painfully against my chest. I hadn’t spoken to him since the wedding day. I hadn’t spoken to anyone in a long time. He didn’t even know I could talk. But now he did. And from the way his eyes widened, from the way his lips parted in disbelief, I knew he had suspected all along.He just never said anything.And I couldn’t keep hiding anymore. There was no point. No safety in silence. So I said it, finally, and I meant every syllable.I was going to divorce him.My heart was broken in ways he could never fix. Not with words. Not with time

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