Offly Quiet Novels & Stories

Reasonable honestly. Because her heart felt strange. God. Very strange. Fair. Then she quietly walked away. Reasonable. Without saying anything. God. Without making a sound. Fair. Which immediately became a problem. Reasonable honestly. Because Lily was never quiet. God. Never. Fair. Not for this long. Reasonable. Then an hour passed. God. Still quiet. Fair. Two hours. Reasonable. Still quiet. God. Then Elena noticed. Fair. Immediately. Reasonable honestly.

Peaceful. I blinked against the morning haze, the ceiling unfamiliar but not unwelcome, and turned my head just slightly. Ofelia was still asleep beside me, her hair a mess of curls fanned over the pillow, one bare arm draped across my ribs like she’d claimed the space sometime in the night. She was turned slightly toward me, breathing slowly, her lips parted. I didn’t dare move. Because holy hell, this moment? This feeling? This wasn’t just the high after good sex. This was the kind of quiet that settled because of it. The kind where you didn’t feel the need to scramble or sneak out or text your friends like “oops lol.” No regrets. No panic. Just… this.

The room was wrapped in an almost suffocating silence. The only sound that broke through was the faint, rhythmic scratching of Clyde’s pen against paper. The quiet was so thick that it felt like it had a weight of its own, pressing down on me, making every breath seem louder than it was. I could feel the seconds ticking by, the tension growing as I struggled to find the right words.

Everyone quietened down. The silence was deafening.

(by the famous company Philosophy), that smells so sweet it would scare off a sugar plum fairy. In here, near quietude envelopes me, Much to the dismay of my train of thought as well as my eardrums, I can still hear the Orcal air purifier purring in the background which is abruptly canceled out by the sound of someone violently pounding on his project in the backyard.

‌And next time might not stay qu⁠iet⁠.

*********************************Claire’s POV****************** The house was quieter than I’d ever known it to be. Not silent, no—silence was heavy, a void that pressed down. This was different. This quiet was alive. It carried the faint hum of distant voices, the occasional ripple of laughter drifting through the wide halls, the muffled chirps of birds beyond the terrace. It was the kind of quiet that told you everything was exactly as it should be.

~TORIN~ The problem with being gone wasn’t the distance: it was the quiet. Distance you could measure. Miles, roads, time zones. Quiet was different. Quiet crept in and made itself comfortable. It gave memories room to stretch, worry space to sharpen its claws. It let thoughts wander in without asking and start rearranging things you’d worked hard to keep buried.

Most of his songs were girly songs. "Yeah, that's what I listen to." He stated. "Umm- okay." I said as I clicked on one that caught my attention. Starving by Hailee Steinfeld. The sound of the song filled the car in a moderate volume but Ryker decided that it was too low and he increased the volume, almost making my eardrums bleed out. "It's too loud." I said as I turned to face him. I had completely forgotten that I was trying to hide my face from him.

The world is quiet. I drift off to sleep.