I've Been Quiet For So Long Novels & Stories

Sophia shifts closer, her hand brushing my arm like she’s trying to prepare herself. “How is she?” she asks, sitting beside me. I don’t answer right away. I lean forward, elbows on my knees, hands dragging down my face before resting on the back of my neck. My eyes close for a second, like maybe if I shut out the world, I can figure out what to say. “I don’t know,” I finally manage. “She hasn’t really talked to me. She’s just... quiet. Too quiet.” My chest tightens, and I let out a breath that doesn’t make anything better. “I feel like she’s not even here anymore.”

And for the first time in a long while, I whispered a small prayer into the silence. "Please… Just let something work out for once." Then I let the silence take me.

Eleven days since I’d asked Jeff for time, and in those eleven days, I’d learned two things: First—he meant it. He hadn’t texted, hadn’t called, hadn’t even accidentally “liked” one of my old I*******m posts. He disappeared like a respectful ghost. Second—I hated it. Not because I missed him. (Okay, maybe a little.) But because silence makes you think in ways that noise doesn’t. You hear things in the quiet—the echo of your doubts, the sharpness of words you wish you could take back, the ache of things unsaid.

She stuttered wondering why I was suddenly asking that. "We'll meet then...maybe I owe you an explanation for that" I shugged and she smiled, I know perfectly talking about my ability within the walls of NSAA was very risky, not when everything is being watched, I didn't spend much time with Alveera since lunch was just 20mins.

I said, cutting him off. He was silent. I turned slowly. “I asked for quiet.” His nod was slower this time, his eyes watching me carefully. “Understood.” --- I sat alone, later that night, a glass of bourbon going untouched beside me. The room felt too still, too expectant. I could almost feel the world holding its breath. Waiting. I picked up my phone and opened a message thread—one I hadn’t used in over a year. Contact Name: C. The messages were old. Faded texts. Mostly me. One or two responses. And then silence.

Alas! Time damn flies, huh? It's been a week since I moved into my new place. A beautiful place with a serene environment, peaceful and quiet—exactly what I like, but for some reason, the silence is just too much. I'm not so good at making friends, so I don't even know my next-door neighbor.

My bed is definitely calling my name. My apartment isn't much, but it's mine. I don't have to worry about a drunk or high dad appearing around a corner when I least expect it. I don't have to listen for the tears of a mom who's not strong enough to leave or to escape her own demons. The quiet is my friend. I'm not one of those people who constantly has to have something playing in the background. I appreciate the silence. I've had so little of it in my life. Putting my keys on the breakfast bar, I reach into the pocket of my jeans and pull my cell phone out, seeing that I've missed a text from Whitney.

mWendy’s POV Weeks later. Life had grown strangely quiet. Not the empty kind of quiet that followed heartbreak, but the kind that comes after a storm, when everything has already been destroyed once, and you’re standing in the calm, unsure whether to rebuild or walk away forever. I'm dead in love with George and I'm afraid of losing him so when he went quiet on me, I was really scared but he still texts me every now and then but the frequency has decreased greatly.

he asked and I breathed in and out “I'm going to get a drink or two... Want to tag along?” I asked “sure, we don't have anything to do until after the next one hour so I guess I could tag” he said and closed his laptop We went to a place that wasn't crowded “so why are you too quiet? I know you're always quiet but this time, it's like you're not quiet in your mind. You're busy thinking inside your mind and you're now awfully quiet outside because you're busy inside” my manager said

Mina I’ve always been quiet and it was not because they wanted me to be. It was not because anyone told me to sit down, shut up, stay small. No. I chose silence. Because it seemed like everyone in this family thrived on breaking each other, and nothing I said was ever going to fix it. They wanted their chaos. Their sharp words. Their silences that weren’t really silent at all. So I went quiet, the way you do when you realise no one actually wants peace.