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The Silence Between Us
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2025-10-01 00:09:46
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You Left, I Could Have Fixed Us The Silence Between Us
Chapter Fifty-Five Ethan’s POV Her breathing changed before her eyes opened. It was subtle, a deeper pull of air, a faint tremor at the edge of her lips. But I caught it, my body going still, braced for the moment her lashes would lift and drag me into the truth of whatever lived inside her now. I didn’t move. Couldn’t. My hand was still wrapped around hers, my thumb tracing circles over the knuckles in a rhythm I hadn’t even realised I’d been clinging to. The room was quiet, the kind of quiet that pressed against the chest like a weight. I hated it. I hated that silence had been filled only by his name. Alvarez. The word rang in me again, like an echo that refused to fade, louder now that she was waking. Her lashes fluttered. Slowly. Hesitant. She blinked into the muted light of the chamber, pupils struggling to focus, her face drawing with confusion before the fog began to thin. She shifted slightly under the sheets, a weak, searching movement. And then her eyes found me. F
You Left, I Could Have Fixed Us The Wrong Name
Chapter Fifty-Four Ethan’s POV She stirred. It was the smallest movement, a twitch of lashes, the bare shift of her lips against the stillness. But to me, it felt like the world shifting back into place, like the first breath after drowning. I had been waiting, watching her chest rise and fall in fragile rhythm, holding myself still in the chair beside the bed as though any sudden movement might fracture her further. Her skin was pale, too pale, like candlewax. A thin sheen of sweat clung to her temples, dampening the hair that had come loose. She looked both breakable and distant, as though she was still slipping between worlds I could not follow her into. “Maya,” I whispered, careful, almost afraid of the sound of my own voice. Her lips parted. The faintest sigh escaped. For a heartbeat, I thought she might finally speak my name. That she might call me back to her. That she might anchor herself in me the way I had been anchored in her since the first day we met. But when the
You Left, I Could Have Fixed Us Breaking Point
Chapter Fifty-Three Ethan’s POV Her body went slack in my arms. For one terrible breath, I thought I had lost her. Her head fell against my shoulder, lips parted but silent, lashes fluttering against pale skin. Panic rose sharp and unbidden, hotter than anything I had felt in years. “Maya.” Her name tore from me harder than I intended, the sound echoing in the small chamber. She did not stir. Her weight pressed heavily against my chest, small and fragile in a way I had never let myself think of her. I shifted, one arm beneath her knees, the other firm around her back. The blanket slid from her shoulders as I gathered her, and I felt the tremor of her shallow breath against my throat. Relief cut through me. She was breathing, faint and uneven, but alive. Still, the sight of her like this stripped something bare in me. The proud, unyielding girl who always met my gaze, who clenched her jaw rather than speak, who refused to bend no matter what shadow she stood under—she was limp
You Left, I Could Have Fixed Us Under His Eyes
Chapter Fifty-Two Maya’s POV The silence did not ease. It only grew heavier, pressing down until the air itself felt thick enough to drown in. Ethan’s eyes had not left mine. They stayed steady, unblinking, holding me as though my whole body was pinned to the bed with nothing but his gaze. I could endure it. I could keep my lips sealed, my throat locked, my body still enough to fool him into believing I was untouchable. But the longer I lay there, the more the silence shifted from shield to weapon. It sliced me open, inch by inch. My breaths came too shallow, too quick. Each one scraped the inside of my chest like fire. Still, I would not speak. Ethan leaned closer, close enough that his shadow fell across my face, close enough that the heat of his body seeped into my cold skin. When he spoke, his voice was softer than it had any right to be. “You will make yourself sick keeping it locked inside.” I flinched. The words struck too close, too raw, and I hated that he saw it,
You Left, I Could Have Fixed Us What He Already Knows
Chapter Fifty-One Maya’s POV I woke to silence. Not the silence of peace, but the kind that pressed down like a weight, the kind that listened and demanded and waited. The room was dim, washed in the pale light of early afternoon that slipped through narrow windows. Shadows clung to the corners, heavy and unmoving, as though even the air held its breath. I lay on a narrow cot, the sheets tucked carefully around me, smelling faintly of lavender and linen. It should have been soothing. It was not. The scent clung too sweet, too deliberate, reminding me with each inhale that someone had carried me here, someone had seen me faint, someone had touched me when I was too far gone to resist. Shame came before breath, before thought, before anything else. I turned my face into the pillow, as though hiding could undo what had already been done, as though closing my eyes again could erase the image of myself collapsing in front of them all. In front of him. My body betrayed me once more.
You Left, I Could Have Fixed Us Ink on My Skin
Chapter Fifty Maya’s POV The hallways felt narrower that morning. Perhaps it was the weight of the light, too sharp against the stone, or the way the voices of servants and scribes seemed to echo more harshly than usual. Every sound pressed against my skin until I wanted to crawl out of it. I clutched the stack of parchments tighter in my hands, keeping my head bowed, hoping that if I moved quickly enough, no one would notice. But I noticed. Every whisper, every laugh, every glance that lingered a heartbeat too long. My body remembered too much. My thighs ached with the ghost of being held open, my lips burned with the taste of his kiss, and my throat still carried the warmth of his palm. If anyone looked too closely, I was certain they would see it written across me, the mark of what I had given, of what he had taken. I reached the council chamber. The great wooden doors loomed tall, carved with lions that stared as though they too knew my secret. My palms were slick against
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