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Silent. Staring at her with those dead eyes. More seconds passed. The air in the room felt wrong. Too thick. Too cold. Carmina took a step backward without meaning to. Then another. Her back hit the door. "Killian," she whispered. Nothing. The silence was worse than shouting. Worse than violence. It was the silence before something terrible happens. Carmina's heart was hammering in her chest. Her hands shaking so badly she could barely hold her cane. "Say something," she said.

I whispered, my throat tight, fear crawling up my spine like icy fire. A low, cruel chuckle slithered through the shadows, wrapping around me, making my blood run cold. “Someone who sees you clearly.” My breath trembled. “Someone who is disgusted by what you’ve become.” The words cut deeper than any blade. Tears stung my eyes. “I…” My voice quivered. “I didn’t choose this—” “Silence.” The command slammed into me, freezing the words in my throat. “I have no patience for weakness,” the voice said, cold as winter. “Especially not from you.”

"Chloe said music makes her want to die. I ripped the soles from my pointe shoes. Toes bruised, bleeding. Couldn't make a sound at home. Not one sound of pain." Trembling, Victor turned to the last page. I wrote it just yesterday: "If I just disappeared, maybe everyone in this house could breathe easier."

"Alissa!" "Oh, you know my name!" She attacked him poisonously and crossed her arms angrily over her chest. She was mad at him and rightly so, but he still found it kind of funny and grinned. “It's not funny. You made a fool of me in front of everyone. ”She scolded. He went the few steps to her and took her hand, the smile fading from his face. "And I'm really, really sorry about that." He looked at her pleading for understanding. "I shouldn't have taken it this far, but ..." Suddenly he fell silent, pressed her against the wall and stood right in front of her. Then she heard the footsteps that he must have noticed before her and looked up at him, startled. "I'm really sorry!" He whispered,

I felt my heart shatter into million pieces as I slowly walked toward my classroom without caring about the thousand eyes watching me. Everyone was standing with his or her crew, talking and laughing while showing each other something on their phones. As soon as I set my foot inside everyone stared at me. I walked to my desk and took a seat. The loud laughter on the corner caught my ears as I moved my head up and stared at Sorrow’s friends laughing at the top of their lungs. Sorrow was among them alright but he didn’t laugh only kept his head down in shame. “Sia how many can you eat?!” Del yelled out of the blue with his shady eyes on me.

Even the machines seemed to hush themselves, as if waiting—hoping—for any sign of him. But he didn’t move. And that silence was the loudest thing I had ever heard. The silence pressed against my ears until I couldn’t breathe. My knees trembled. My throat burned. And then the dam cracked. “I’m sorry…” The words tore out of me in a broken whisper. “Damiano, I’m so, so sorry…” A sob ripped through my chest, sharp and humiliating. I pressed his cold fingers against my forehead as if I could warm them just by wanting it enough.

The silent cry was heard Amid the night Without any word Peering on a moonlight I was ruined Though love was all I'd given I was pained My bliss was what they've taken Millions of lies Loud tears from my eyes Salted my wounds Fighting endless dooms I was put in a maze No way for me to escape The only thing in me was a dagger To break the wall before supper The route was always towards you Still coming to the room of blue I can't follow where my mind leads me to Because after all, I foolishly love you -Gabbie Sanchez 🔸🔸🔸

It was harder to fight something that didn't seem to know it was fighting at all. She thought about texting Carlton something reassuring, something to smooth over the quiet tension still lingering from the car ride home. She typed out a few different versions and deleted all of them, unsatisfied with how each one sounded, too needy, too controlling, too much like she was asking permission for feelings she didn't want to admit she was having in the first place. Eventually she just set her phone face down on the nightstand and let the silence sit there instead. Monday morning, she watched from across the courtyard as Jenna walked toward the building with some boy Freya didn't recognize, easy a

No struggle. No resistance. Just clean, precise kills. The battlefield fell silent. The crowd fell silent. So quiet— That even the drop of a pin would have been heard. No one spoke for a moment. No one moved. Then finally, a voice broke through the silence. "who… is that warrior?"

I waited until you chose to leave on your own. His voice was calm. "Now, you have. "So, I came to take you away." Outside the window, the lights of Palemore grew further and further away. I did not cry. I just watched the city fade away in the rearview mirror. Quietly, in my heart, I said, ‘Goodbye, Sicelia.’ Goodbye to everyone who never loved me.