I've Been Quiet For So Long Novels & Stories

I grumbled. "How can you handle them? They're so quiet, no food, no drinks, surrounded by a bunch of old books and you can't talk properly." Quinn complained. "Quietness isn't necessarily a bad thing, Quinn." I drawled. "You don't have to fill every moment with some kind of sound." "What is wrong with you, woman?" they chimed again. I smacked them both in the arm and pouted. "There's nothing wrong with liking a bit of peace and quiet every now and then."

she asks me, pressing her chin against my shoulder. "Yeah", I whisper. "You haven't uttered a single word for an hour now", she tells me. "Don't you like the way you enjoy the silence together?" I look at the sky, covered with millions of twinkling stars. "Sometimes silence feels good when conversations become vague and weird" "Why do you feel like our conversation became vague?" her voice is filled with surprise.

she smiled genuinely making me heart warm up to her. I mastered up a small smile and went inside, I felt my anxiety pipe up and I nodded at them in acknowledgment. One good thing about my family is that they all are comfortable with my silence. Apart from my parents no one knows that I can speak again and no one ever forced me to either. It's better this way. Not having to explain anything to anyone. Staying in my own mind, even though it can be harmful sometimes I don't care. "I'm literally stinking and exhausted right now" I wanted to groan but smiled at what Malaika was saying. She was a nice girl with an even beautiful accent. Her Urdu is to die for, god. That's my new inspiration right

Still, for now, she let herself believe in the moment. Gabriel brushed his thumb over her knuckles. “When I was younger, I thought silence meant emptiness. Loneliness. But with you…” His eyes softened. “The silence between us is full. It’s alive. It’s everything I never thought I’d have.” Lucy’s lips curved, her tears slipping free at last. “Then let’s protect it. No matter what comes.” He drew her close, pressing a kiss to her hair. “Together,” he murmured.

That's all it’s been, but to me, it feels like four years. This house is too quiet without them, the silence is deafening, and I feel like I’m drowning slowly. My phone suddenly rings, and I jump and snatch it off the coffee table—an unknown number. I press the green button and answer it hurriedly, my heart pounding. “Hello?”

The silence in the room is heavy, pressing down on me like a weight I can’t shake off. She hasn’t asked me why I’m begging for her forgiveness. She hasn’t said a word. The quiet is unnerving, but it’s also giving me the space I need to gather my thoughts, to find the courage to say what I need to say. I close my eyes, take a deep breath, and force the words out before I can chicken out.

I can only offer space for it: my shoulder, my hand, my presence. “You came late,” she says at last—not reproachful, merely stating a fact. “I waited for the keep to grow quiet.” My voice sounds lower than usual. “And… I waited for the noise inside me to quiet, too.” She tilts her head slightly, a small crease forming at the corner of her eye. “You have noise inside you as well?” “The same as yours. I just put it on a different shelf.” Behind the words lies an unspoken plea I’ve carried for days: let’s turn that noise into silence together tonight.

Just… Quiet. I lay in bed for a moment longer, listening. Not hollow. Safe. The quiet you don’t hear when you’re waiting to hear your next orders. When there are no eyes pressed against the other side of a mirrored wall, studying your improvements or your breaking points. The kind of quiet I never realized I’d missed.

For a few seconds, neither of us spoke. The room was quiet again except for the soft tick of the clock on the wall and the distant laughter from the kitchen, Grandma Lydia’s low hum, Eli’s high-pitched giggle echoing faintly through the house. The kind of sound that could heal anyone on a normal day, but not tonight. Mia’s hand tightened around mine. “You should’ve told me, Amy,” she whispered. “I know,” I murmured. My throat burned. I wanted to say more, to explain how sometimes keeping quiet feels safer than speaking, how every word I’d buried was just to keep something from breaking, but all that came out was silence.

I ignored my pride but he didn’t want to ask, so let go. After that we never talked. Daya's asking me always what's wrong. Why do I look fucking exhausted and why in recent days have I been quiet. That's also the question. I am also asking my self, why? Why did I become so quiet? When did I become like this? I told myself maybe, I was just really tired and I wanted a peaceful mind. I also knew that Mama noticed, “Sid, What's wrong? Why do you and Triton seem so quiet?” she asked me and I just awkwardly chuckled.