Love Is Never Silent Novels & Stories

“Oh no… I think I forgot to tell him something. But he already said that falling in love was not an option, so I guess that’s the same thing with what I was thinking earlier? I mean, not falling in love means that feelings should and will never get involved because he deemed it so? I think it’s the same thing with a different name for it, yes. So I guess that’s settled now, I just need to do one last thing, I should really get out of here.” Annika thought to herself as she felt like people were still watching her and could hear her every single thought.

She spat, "That has nothing to do with you. At least I'm a willing party even if he lies to me." She quietly looked at him as the soft light radiated on his exquisite face, bringing out the depth of his eyes. She showed no signs of backing down or raising her voice in a heated argument; she spoke calmly, "I love him, so I don't care about everything else. You're right—love makes people blind. I don't need you to show me who he really is. Even if he's useless, weak, or doesn't care about me, I still love him all the same."

And definitely, it was not she expected at all, since she disliked the man since her high school days. "You must get used to it, Liv," anito. "I am one to give many compliments to my girl. And also, my love language is touch. So I think, you would have to find ways to adjust to that." Napatango siya. "Don't worry. I got it." "You do?" anito na nakalapit na sa kanya. Napatigil naman siya nang biglang hinawi nito ang buhok niya at inipit sa tenga niya.

When humans fall in love, it takes weeks, if not months, and even then, that love isn’t certain. Tempted, I reached out to gently cup his face with my hand. His skin was warm under my touch, and an electric current seemed to flow between us. Suddenly, he leaned into my hand, startling me and causing me to pull back. “ Don’t stop, little one,” his deep voice said as he opened his eyes, the amber flecks glowing with something unreadable. “ Don’t stop what?” I acted like I didn’t know what he was talking about, my heart pounding in my chest.

“To marry you, Serena, again and again and again.” I could hardly see through the blur of tears as I lifted the paper I’d written my vows on. I hadn’t dared to memorize them because I knew that if I did, I’d fall apart. But with Adrian looking at me, with love in his eyes, the words came naturally, as though they had been waiting to be spoken for years. “I used to think some people were just meant to love in silence,” I began, my voice soft but steady. “That some hearts were made to break quietly. I made my mind up that I’d never have a love that stayed.”

In the silence, the only sound was his heavy breathing, mixed with anger. After a long wait, Anne turned her back to him again without saying another word. "I didn't touch her." Connor moved closer again, burying his head into her shoulder and rubbing against it. "You never know," said Anne. Connor's patience wore thin. Outside, it started to rain lightly. Thinking about how Felicia was afraid of thunder, he got up and put on his clothes. When he left, he slammed the door loudly. The loud 'bang' made Anne flinch. She opened her eyes, and tears slid down the corners of her eyes to the pillow.

But sometimes, late at night, when the flashbulbs are gone and the champagne has lost its fizz, I hear a quieter truth in my chest: If I could speak every language or design cities that outlive empires, if I could touch hearts through stone and glass, and still not love, I’d be nothing. I’ve lived enough to know now: love isn’t loud. It isn’t boastful. It doesn’t flaunt itself in headlines or hide behind the arms of beautiful strangers. Real love is patient. Quiet. Enduring. The kind that doesn’t need the world to see it, only the right heart to feel it.

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!"

Her gentleness, her quiet resilience, that's what he fell for without realizing it. But as he looked into her clear, detached eyes, he could not bring himself to say a word. Because it was clear. She no longer cared about love or heartbreak.

‎ ‎No disappearance ever took anything away. ‎ ‎Only this. ‎ ‎The light that is. ‎ ‎The love that is. ‎ ‎The being that is. ‎ ‎The ordinary sound of traffic outside is this. ‎ ‎The distant bark of a dog is this. ‎ ‎The hum of the refrigerator is this. ‎ ‎The click of a key is this. ‎ ‎The quiet of the room is this. ‎ ‎No sound apart from sounding. ‎ ‎No silence apart from silencing. ‎ ‎Only this.