Love Is Never Silent Novels & Stories

Ethan They say love is relief. I don’t believe that now. When you love someone, you burn in a fire that keeps licking at your skin, peeling off another layer of you every moment of your life. You burn…and burn…until you have burned to ashes. Then, you rise to burn again. That’s what love is. It’s painful. It’s patient. It’s the name of enduring in silence. Three years… I have done all of it for three long years, and I have waited silently for the woman I love to take pity on me. If she only pities me…it will be better than the ‘nothing’ she thinks she feels for me.

The last time I checked, Maisie Illeana, the one I loved and lived for was in a critical position after too much exposure to the sun. As we waited, one tall, thin doctor walked up to us. His veins were popping out. He took a deep breath and opened his mouth to speak, "I'm sorry -" ** And that, my dear friends is how fate chose neither of the options, "love or live," for how could I live after all I'd passed and how could I love after how life had dealt with me. But besides all this, my father smiled and if that wasn't queer, I don't know what is.

I was feeling bad for her. Then I saw her getting up and walking inside the house. Puck has already entered in the house. I moved fast, tugged her wrist and pulled her towards me. She slammed into me and I hugged her. She remained stiff for sometime and then she relaxed. She hugged me. We remained silent as if our silence was talking. We both were giving comfort to each other. And from that day I vowed to myself that I will never let her feel lonely. I will give her the love she deserves.

I really love you, Abby exclaims. Debbie felt the sincerity of that voice and it must be Abby. How she wish that is it her. ‘Look Alexis, I don’t know you and I’m so sorry. I’m in love with someone now.’ Debbie excuse herself for a moment. She cries and walks out the garden. Abby follows her and whispers again. ‘Why you’re crying? You’re not alone. I’m here for you and embrace Debbie. Come on, sweet, can we have dinner now? ‘

Lux The silence is deafening as I wait for Silas to respond back to me. He said that he's always been in love with me, surely that won’t ever change… right? He loves me, he must love me. I feel tears prickle in my eyes, threatening to pour down my face as I wait for his response. I begin to question why I put myself out here like this and suddenly he grabs my face and presses his lips against mine.

Steven knew he had to explain lots of things but for now, it would be good to remain silent and enjoy this peaceful moment with her. He took her petite self in his embrace and enjoyed the little view of the sky dancing with colorful lights, with a smile of relief, joy, and hope on his face, silently. “WHEN SILENCE BETWEEN TWO PEOPLE IS COMFORTABLE, YOU KNOW YOU HAVE FOUND LOVE.”

I don't know how much I have left but I just want to spend my all the time, thinking about him and loving him. I don't want him to think about me, once I am gone. I don't want him to live his life without any partner because of me. Seven years ago, I left him because I wanted him to move on in his life, forgetting me. I lied to him so he would never find me. It was tough for me but I did all, just for his sake. Loving him was never a option, It was need, Need of my soul, Need for being alive.

Because loving her silently is the only kind of devotion I can offer now. Because sometimes, the quietest wars are the ones that never end. Even if she never looks back.

Our fingers weaved together tightly. When I tilted my head up to kiss him, he also lowered his head and kissed me with absolute gentleness. "Spencer, I think it doesn't hurt anymore…" "Then… Do you want to continue?" Noises that would make anyone blush started up again in the room, and it carried on for a long time. The night would be long. But what was longer was the rest of our lives together. Even during the darkest times, love was still the most important thing. The End.

Not for its words, but the way she spoke them—soft, reflective, as if someone had finally slowed down to listen instead of debating. She read it again: “Sometimes it takes silence to hear the truth. I’m listening now.” Was it Luke? Her fingers hovered over her phone again. She could call him. She could ask. But part of her didn’t want to. She was tired of chasing clarity from others. Tired of believing that love meant begging to be chosen, again and again. Instead, she reached for her journal "I thought love was about being seen. Perhaps it's also about being heard when nobody is looking. Flowers don't talk, but they bloom with a loud voice. And silence… silence can speak too much."