All Chapters of The Whispers of my heart: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

The silence that followed was thick — not just quiet, but charged, like the moment before thunder breaks.No one moved.No one smiled.The movie still played softly in the background — a laugh track from another life, another world — but no one heard it.Margaret stood just inside the doorway, her hands clasped around her bag. Robert remained behind her, shoulders stiff, eyes unreadable. Nathan stepped to the side, letting them in, but the space they entered wasn’t just physical.It was emotional.And it was full.Sophia still held Daniel’s hand, her grip unbroken, her eyes on her parents — not defiant.Waiting.Elena quietly moved to stand beside Nathan, close but not forward. This wasn’t their moment.It was the Thomas family’s.And Daniel’s.Then, finally, Nathan broke the silence.“You’re welcome,” he said, voice calm, warm. “We weren’t expecting you.”Margaret managed a small smile. “We didn’t want to intrude. We just… wanted to come.”She looked around — at Elena, at Nathan, at S

The park was alive in the golden light of late afternoon.Children ran across the grass, shrieking with laughter, chasing bubbles that floated like tiny rainbows in the air. A couple strolled hand in hand near the pond, feeding ducks with a paper bag of breadcrumbs. An old man played chess under the oak tree, hat tipped low, completely still except for the hand that moved the pieces. A group of teenagers laughed on the swings, kicking high, trying to touch the sky.And on a weathered wooden bench beneath a weeping willow, Daniel and Sophia sat in peaceful silence.Daniel held a book in his hands — a worn copy of The Sea and the Storm, one he’d read a dozen times. He wasn’t really reading. Just turning pages slowly, his mind half on the words, half on the woman leaning against him.Sophia rested her head on his shoulder, her hair spilling over his arm, her eyes fixed on the children playing. A little girl in a yellow dress spun in circles until she fell into the grass, giggling. A boy n

The dorm room was still buzzing — a symphony of laughter, crunching fries, and music spilling into the hallway. Plates were scattered, napkins littered the floor, and someone had accidentally knocked over a cup of soda, but no one cared. Mira was reenacting the time she tried to cook ramen and set off the fire alarm. Rose was quietly wiping the spill with a towel. Zara filmed it all on her phone. Claire sat cross-legged on her bed, smirking, sipping her drink like she was watching a show she’d been waiting for.Sophia watched them all, her heart so full it felt like it might burst.And then, in the middle of Mira’s dramatic retelling — complete with hand gestures and a fake cough — Sophia stood.She didn’t raise her voice.But the room quieted anyway.Because they knew that look.That soft, glowing smile.That light in her eyes.She took a breath.“I have something to say.”Mira dropped her hands. “Oh no. Is this serious?”Sophia laughed. “It is.”Zara paused the music.Rose looked up.

Weeks passed in the rhythm of autumn.Leaves turned gold and fell in soft drifts across campus paths. Mornings came with frost on the windows. The dorm grew quieter as finals loomed, textbooks piling high, coffee cups stacking by the sink. Rose left little notes on the fridge: “Rest. Eat. You’ve got this.” Mira played soft music at night to “calm the study". And Sophia, buried in psychology journals, began to believe she could survive her final year.It was on a crisp Tuesday morning when it came.Rose walked into the room, a small stack of mail in hand, her boots damp from the dewy grass.“Bills,” she said, dropping a few on Zara’s bed. “Junk. Campus notice…” She paused, holding up a single ivory envelope, thick and elegant, the kind that carried weight before it was even opened.“This one’s for you,” she said, handing it to Sophia.Sophia looked up from her notes, pushing her glasses up her nose. “Me?”Rose nodded. “No return address. But your name’s written in cursive. Looks… offici

Sophia wasn’t crying loudly.But her roommates noticed.It was in the way she sat on her bed later that evening, staring at the wedding invitation like it held secrets. The way she smiled when no one was looking. The way her voice softened when she said Nathan’s name into her phone.Mira was the first to notice. “You’ve been weird all night.”Zara looked up from her notes. “Like… quiet-weird. Not ‘I’m stressed’ quiet. More like ‘I’m holding back tears’ quiet.”Rose, folding laundry nearby, gave her a soft, knowing look. “Everything okay?”Sophia didn’t answer right away. She tucked the invitation under her pillow, too slowly.Claire raised an eyebrow. “You’re hiding something.”“I’m not,” Sophia said, too quickly.“You are,” Mira said, narrowing her eyes. “Did something happen? With Daniel?”“No,” Sophia said, shaking her head. Then, with a mischievous glint in her eye, she added, “But something did come up.”The room stilled.Mira sat up. “What do you mean?”Sophia sighed dramatically