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Chapter 8 - Silent Love

Author: Anney GW
last update Last Updated: 2025-04-25 13:33:41
Warren’s POV

Vienna lay with her back to me, her body tense beneath the blanket. In the dim light, I watched her shoulders rise and fall. Then I heard it—a quiet sigh, tight and dissatisfied, as she tugged the covers up to her neck.

I wanted to reach for her. Say something. Explain.

“V, I—” I began, my voice soft.

She cut me off without turning. “Don’t, Warren. I don’t want to hear anything right now. I just want to sleep.”

The finality in her tone hit harder than I expected. I let the silence swallow us.

It felt like, in just a few days, the space between us had stretched into something immeasurable. How did we end up here?

Minutes passed, maybe more. I don’t know how long I lay there staring at the ceiling. Then it came again—the now-familiar stab in my chest. Not sharp, but deep and persistent, like a warning knock behind my ribs.

“Ow…” A quiet groan slipped from my lips. I could only hope Vienna was already asleep.

I hadn’t told her about the surgery—for a reason. I didn’t want her
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