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It Would Be War

Author: Bless Faru
last update Petsa ng paglalathala: 2025-09-19 18:47:10

The mansion was too big for silence, and yet silence was all it held.

I spent the next day avoiding him. No, dodging him. Like a shadow moving from one corner of the house to another, I charted paths where his footsteps wouldn’t fall.

Breakfast was untouched. I lingered in my room, waiting until the clink of silverware and the faint scrape of his chair drifted away before I dared to come down. Lunch, I feigned disinterest, pacing the gardens like a prisoner pretending the roses were freedom. Di
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