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Chapter 31: A Breath Away
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Whispers Through the Wall Chapter 66: Between Her Lies and His Truths
Ethan sat on the edge of his bed, holding his phone tightly in his fist so that his knuckles stood out white. The room hung thick with air, weighed down by questions he didn't even know how to ask and answers he wasn't sure he could handle.Sienna had not spoken much since then—since the night—since the crying, the revealing, the shattering of her well-hardened armor. She'd let him hold her, tell her soft things, and then—like a dream dissolving at dawn—murmured that she must sleep.Since then, silence.Not the kind bred of comfort.The kind that echoed with restraint.His thoughts circled. He replayed it all, every word, trying to find something he'd missed—some string he could pull that would unravel the growing tension between them.He got up and paced.He wasn't stupid. He knew what she was. Who she was.And yet…She was also the one who wept when no one was meant to know. The one who grasped him as if he were her only anchor in a storm that everyone else was oblivious to.*Why do
Whispers Through the Wall Chapter 65: Shadows from the Past
Sienna couldn't breathe.Mason's voice echoed in her ears like a nightmare dragged into the daylight. Ethan was a reassuring presence beside her, shielding her from the man who used to make her life a living hell, but even that failed to dislodge the tight knot in her chest. She hadn't seen Mason in almost a year. She'd hoped she never would have to again.Yet there he stood. Smiling. Uninvited.Dangerous."You need to leave," Ethan repeated, more harshly this time.Mason shrugged, completely unruffled by the antagonism. "I stopped by to talk. That's not a crime."Sienna recovered her voice. "You being here at all *is* an issue. You have no right to be on my doorstep."He tilted his head to the side, eyes narrowing. "Oh, but I do. You see, we have unfinished business. You left without so much as a goodbye, Sienna. That wounded my feelings."Ethan stepped forward. "You should leave. Now."Mason's eyes flicked to him again, then back to Sienna. "He doesn't know, does he?"Sienna flinche
Whispers Through the Wall Chapter 64: The Distance Between Us
Maybe forever.Ethan remained awake.The quiet whir of the ceiling fan above was the only noise in the room, but not quite enough to drown out the constant barrage of thoughts in his head. Sienna's lips on his—the feel of her warm breath seared into his skin. He rolled onto his side, looking up at the wall—her wall.Hours earlier, they'd sat together on her couch, hemmed in by truths and silences. She'd let her defenses down, given him a glimpse of the hurt behind guarded eyes. And kissed him.Not pity.Not seduction.Raw. Real.And frightening.Ethan hadn't seen her since she'd exploded out of his arms, gasped out a shaking "Goodnight," and closed her door. He waited for her to knock. For her to speak.But the hall was deserted, and her door was shut.He lay in bed, his fingers tracing circles on his face. He needed to make sense of it. Answers. Something to grasp. For the moment, the line between making sense of her and loving her had long since blurred.He pulled his legs onto the
Whispers Through the Wall Chapter 63: A Break in Silence
Evening dropped with a heavy stillness that wrapped around Ethan's apartment. The wind outside scratched at windowpanes, whispering secrets too old to understand. Inside, he stood beside his kitchen sink, staring blankly at the single, grimy glass he'd used hours earlier. The silence was no longer peaceful. Not since the last time he'd caught sight of Sienna.They hadn't spoken in days.Each time he passed by her doorstep, he could feel her standing behind it—laughing softly, padding around the hardwood floors barefoot, living in a reality that still haunted him. And she had acted as if none of that mattered. As if he hadn't caught her with a client. As if she hadn't torn the tenuous thread between them.Ethan braced himself against the counter of the sink, clenching his jaw.He hadn't realized how much she'd inscribed herself on his mind. How that simply being near her—the timbre of her voice, the teasing glint of her eye, the way she seemed to see right through him, into his very th
Whispers Through the Wall Chapter 62: Lines We Shouldn't Cross
The sun inched through Ethan's curtains too early, its glow spilling over his hardwood floor like gold rivering. He'd slept. Or at least, he'd lain there half-asleep, in a haze, thinking back in circles—Sienna's face, her words, her charred looks and soft caress—her paradox that she was. He thought he'd understood her when, in a snap, she turned the tale upside down.And yet he still couldn't let her go.He at last arrived, dragging himself out of bed, and stood before the mirror. His eyes were ringed with red, dark half-circles beneath them like bruises. He splashed cold water on his face and leaned against the sink, his hand locked around the edge so hard that his knuckles were white.He could not continue like this.But when she'd shown up on his doorstep, mid-morning and loose as a rag, it was as if all of his plans melted before the mass of her."Get coffee?" she asked, standing in the doorway, one of those gigantic shirts she wore every day, one shoulder bare like an error—but E
Whispers Through the Wall Chapter 61: Breathing the Silence
Ethan had not stepped outside his apartment in two days.The sun poured through his pulled blinds, filtering a dull haze over the tiny living room. Dishes piled in the sink. His laptop remained untouched on the coffee table. The air was thick, as if even the silence had grown too noisy to be avoided. But even now, every time he walked by that wall—**that damn wall**—his breath caught.He couldn't stop hearing her.Not the sounds of her with customers anymore. Those had stopped. But he heard her laugh softly on the phone. He heard her footsteps, the clinking of glass occasionally, the sound of water rushing.Each sound hung over him like a burden.He hated it.He loved it.Ethan hauled himself out of the couch cushions and headed for the kitchen, pouring yesterday's cold coffee into a chipped mug. The taste was bitter, but he didn't mind. He just needed **something** to get the thoughts out of his head.But the thoughts lingered.**Why does she continue to act like nothing happened?**
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