I Loved You Once In Silence Novels & Stories

I was walking down the street as my college was just walking distance. I plugged in my earpiece and started listening to a heart attack by Enrique Iglesias. I still had time so I did not rush to get to school. I always admired silence yet I hated it sometimes. Silence gives me time to think. Yet it reminds me of the lonely life I live without my parents. The thought of that awful memory never fails to bring tears. I tried to push those memories back. 'thousand years' by Christina Perri came. a smile came up to my lips soon. I always imagined dancing to this song with the person I love.

Then her composure cracked. "Ryan," she muttered, tears spilling over. "I really am sorry. I'm sorry I never put you and Emma first all these years..." She kept apologizing. But her regrets came too late. Neither Emma nor I wanted her anymore. The End

She opened it. Inside was a single sheet of paper. Three lines were written in black ink. The first ledger told you who was paid. The second ledger will tell you why. But the third secret was never written down. Zara stared at the words. “What third secret?” The lights suddenly flickered. Once. Twice. Then stayed on. A phone began ringing. Everyone looked around. The sound was coming from the desk. An old black telephone sat beneath the photograph of Eva. It had no visible cord.

And for the first time in months, the silence that followed didn’t feel quite so suffocating. “I will always love you.”

The low sounds of the city filtered in through the windows: the hush of passing cars, the occasional echo of laughter from a sidewalk two stories down, and distant jazz from someone’s open terrace. I found myself captivated by her profile, the gentle slope of her jawline catching the soft light, the way her lips curved ever so slightly as she concentrated. Time seemed to stand still; I could’ve gazed at her forever. I hadn’t intended to disrupt the tranquility of our silence. Yet, restless and yearning, my heart was no longer content to beat in silence. It needed to express what had been building within. “I love you,” I murmured, my voice scarcely rising above a whisper.

‍ Who el⁠se is insi‍d‌e. ‍“Damon,” I wh⁠isper. “He’s⁠ still in there.” They exchang‍e glances I d⁠on’t li‍ke. Pity, hesitat‍ion‌,⁠ si‍lenc⁠e. I hate it. I hate that silence more than I’‌ve ha‍ted anyt‍hing in my life. Because silence means they think he’s gone. --- Time tu‍rns str⁠ange after that.

"You should get rid of Ivan's girlfriend. I've hated her from the start. Ivan's with her only because she looks like you." With a loud thud, I slammed the glass of water Tara handed me onto the table. "I have never spoken to Ivan in my entire life. Apart from being former classmates, there's nothing between us. Stop spreading baseless rumors. That's defamation," I warned. The room fell into silence. Just then, the music changed, and an unknown crooner started wailing about lost love and second chances. It got on my nerves. "Why are you acting all high and mighty?" someone sneered in their corner.

Nissa stared at his broad back. How many times did she silently weep over this very back as he walked away from her without a second thought? He was once a figure out of reach, aloof and untouchable. But now, here he was, kneeling before her. She let out a silent, fleeting laugh. Life was full of irony. When Benjamin did not hear any movement for a while, he turned back and looked up at her. Her face was unreadably calm, like someone watching a dull movie with no emotional investment.

And so, my heart beat on, slowly and faintly. - One day, an unwelcome guest came to our little sanctuary. Roanna knelt beside my legs, sobbing and pleading, "Miss Palmer, please… Please tell Scott to talk to me again! I really love him, and I can't live without him!" Mary burst out from the kitchen, waving a kitchen knife. "You shameless b*tch! How dare you show your face?" Roanna raised her chin in defiance, shouted, "Kill me then! I can't live without Scott, so kill me!"

“I’m not twisting anything. I’m just asking for something real. Anything. A flicker of pain. A tear. A scream. Something.” His silence was louder than any answer. That night, I crawled into bed with a pillow against my stomach — the same spot that used to rise when I touched it with hope. Daniel didn’t join me. He stayed in his study. For hours. And when he finally did come to bed, he laid beside me without a word. I stared at the ceiling and wondered… > Is this how love dies? Not with betrayal. Not with screams. But with silence? Tonight, back in my apartment, I curled onto the same couch. The blanket was new. The candles softer. The silence mine. But the ache? Still familiar. Seeing Luca h