No One Else Can Speak The Words On Your Lips Mga Nobela at Kwento

Don't regret your silence; Share the language of your heart.

* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * Dear K, I wrote all these words for you. Just these words, nothing less, nothing more. Just these words on these papers, Never said out loud, never to reach your ears. I wrote them down because I need you to understand something. Everyone else can read it and they won't know a single thing. Because I only meant these words for you. Just these words. Just here. Just you. * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *

“Only you. No one else gets to see me like that. No one else gets to hold me like that.” I close my eyes, allowing his words to pour into me like warm honey.

But I just had three words to say. “Kill silently.”

She grabbed‍ napki‍ns, her han⁠d‍s s‌haking, unable to⁠ spea⁠k. Don’t⁠, he said, his voi‌ce cu⁠tting thro⁠ugh the lobb⁠y like ice.‍ The word fr‌oze her. Everyone els‌e se⁠e‌med to vanish, leaving just the two of them in a silent world.

My lips formed soundless words, pleading for help that I knew no one would bother listening to. …

Silence has weight. Not the peaceful kind. The kind that presses against your ribs until breathing feels like a negotiation. That was the silence now. --- No one moved. Not the wolves. Not the Hollowborn. Not even the wind dared to interrupt what had just been said. You died. He broke the world trying to bring you back. The words didn’t just echo. They rooted. Deep. Dangerous. --- “Say something.” Aria didn’t realize she had spoken until the sound of her own voice reached her ears.

LUNA I always wanted to scream. If someone asked what one thing you wanted the most, it’s to scream. But when the time finally came, I couldn’t even move my lips. There was so much inside me to say, so many words clogged in my throat, so many sentences I hid inside my heart, so many wishes I wanted to share, so many letters I could form but didn’t let out of fear. So many words, but no one let me voice them out.

Her fingers finally moved, typing: “I see you. Even if the world doesn’t. You don’t owe them silence. You owe yourself the chance to speak.” She hit save. And in that quiet moment, the walls didn’t just listen. They spoke back.