I Loved You Once In Silence Novels & Stories

Tobin gripped the front of Emeric's shirt and pulled him closer and felt the sound Emeric made against his mouth, low and involuntary and stripped of every layer of control the man had ever constructed. When they finally broke apart, they were both breathing hard, and the space between them was approximately two inches. Emeric's forehead rested against Tobin's, his eyes closed, his hand still on the back of Tobin's neck, and the silence between them was not the silence of concealment or strategy. It was the silence of two people who had just discovered that the thing they feared most was also the thing they wanted most, and who understood that there was no going back. "The garlic is burning,

She is the only one who holds his heart and possessed him…from the beginning. She picks up the steak and placed it on his plate. He smiled at her and started eating it. He needs no words to tell what he is feeling inside. The environment and surroundings were too quiet but it was calm and contented for them. No one was talking but yet many things are going through their hearts…where Armaan was clear on them and Reese was unaware…still trying to see through her heart. There was again a silence between them.

There is no answer to the question Why you matter There is no one like you If there is a morning to come I wish I could hear you again, hear you I can only see your smile Stay in the room There is no one like you Be who they are You are the sun in the rainy season And on my cloudy morning There is no answer to the question Why you matter There is no one like you There is no answer to the question Why you matter There is no one like you Be who they are There is no answer to the question Why you matter There is no one like you Be who they are There is no one like you Be who they are Just like Rolling in the Deep, Sila ended quickly, Annie who’s about to dance doesn’t come out also so we went s

he whispers. “I love you”

I knock. Once. Only once. And the silence that follows is the loudest subtraction of all.

You read my silence, calm and true, Every heartbeat whispered you. The world could fade, the lights could fall, Still, you would hear my silent call. Your gaze found home inside my soul, You’re the part that makes me whole. What could I say when my eyes said it all? Every smile, every ache — they told it all. No need for words, no need to call, You already knew… my eyes said it all. If love had a voice, it would sound like this— A quiet breath, a stolen kiss.

The world around me shattered into nothing but him and the unbearable silence creeping in between his words. “I love you,” I whispered, my forehead pressing against his. “Please don’t leave me.” A weak, almost imperceptible smile ghosted his lips. “And I… love you.” My heart clenched, cracked, and split apart as he whispered the next words. “Kiss… me… one last time.” A sob wrenched from my throat. I leaned down, my lips pressing against his, my tears mingling with the blood on his skin. It was soft. Fragile. A desperate, broken attempt to hold onto him. To keep him here. To make him stay.

And for the first time, that choice felt powerful. --- Across the city, he finally understood the truth he had avoided: Love didn’t leave loudly. It left quietly. And by the time he noticed the silence, the door was no longer his to open. ---

Let my thumb find the corner of her mouth, traced the place where her lip had split from the pressure of trying to stay quiet. And then I said it. “I love you.” Not to manipulate. Not to win. To mark. Because after everything—after surveillance and secrets and the kind of pleasure that looked like punishment—this wasn’t a game anymore. She didn’t answer. Couldn’t. Her body hung limp. Mind spinning. And I didn’t need her words. Her silence was already mine. I unbuckled her with surgical grace. Her skin was flushed, pulse unsteady, thighs trembling against the cold steel. But she didn’t fall.

"Just remember what you're saying now, and don't come crawling back. However, even if you do, it's pointless. Charles only has eyes for me. "You're clueless, aren't you? Charles has been into me for three years. I'm his one and only." I never noticed how clueless Emily was until then. Her words stopped me in my tracks. "Emily, have you ever heard the saying that the worst heartache comes from love that's never returned? Is that you?" The woman who was all fire and fury a moment ago suddenly looked like a frog caught by the throat, speechless. She stood there, mouth hanging open, but no words came out.