Os Olhos Dele Abriram Simple Silence Novels & Stories

innocent isn't a word that can be found on their dictionary 'Now I can finally be sure that the dog is doing fine' He mumbled to himself as he finally closed his eyes after feeling the tongue of the dog who is licking him For the countless of times, darkness can filled his sight and consciousness drift out of his body Everything is quiet and no noise can be head coming from any place around them one can say that surrounding of where oliver releases a very calm location Finally making a small movements on his hand, you can see his forehead slightly frowning as he tried to slowly open his eyes After being unconscious for some time, he finally gain back his consciousness.

With everything he had not said sitting in his face like something that had been there all along and was only now visible because there was nothing left in front of it. I held his gaze. And waited. One more time. The last time. He opened his mouth. His jaw worked. His eyes were very bright in the early light. Something was moving through him. I could see it the way you see weather moving across open ground. Large and slow and real. He closed his mouth. His jaw tightened. He looked at the floor between us. I stood there and let the silence be what it was and did not fill it and did not make it easier and did not ask him to make it easier either.

My heart thuds once. Then twice. There’s something in her eyes—something I’ve never seen before. Not love. Not longing. Not even hatred. Just pure, cold clarity. I open my mouth, but nothing comes out. She doesn’t flinch. Doesn’t move. Her silence screams. And for the first time… I’m the one who feels small.

His eyes that had held its composure losing its confidence as he pulled away in daze. "...He's not breathing." The clearing thunder above him was only a tinkling sound loud but enough to distrupt his assimilation. "What?" Dorry's tone barely audible, her look of disbelief wide in her eyes as she watched Dylan and took her turn placing her head down against his chest. He watched the look in her eyes fade off as she slowly pulled away. "...Dylan?" They all stared down at Dylan whose eyes remained open but lifeless, the black stain running down his nose still pouring down his cheek dangerously.

Aria The dream begins with silence. Not the peaceful kind. There is no soft wind, no distant birds. This silence presses against my ears until my heartbeat sounds like thunder. When I open my eyes, I already know where I am. The Hall of Mirrors. Or what’s left of it.

“Even fragments? Feelings, images…anything? He closed his eyes, and I watched his face tighten with concentration. His jaw clenched, his breathing slowed. After a long moment of silence, his eyes shot open and there was something gleaming in them. Then he spoke.

"Not again" I internally rolled my eyes closing them shut preparing myself for another set of beatings but they never came instead the atmosphere got colder making me shiver. I opened my eyes slightly to see Silas frozen in place with his head hung low and in front of him stood the new transfer boy Dáinn followed by the other younger ones right behind him.

Immediately I closed my eyes waiting for the hit. But nothing came. Opening my eyes slowly, I looked at him with one eye open. "Just, just get food ready when I'm back." He said with a chuckle then walked away. I looked at him from behind as he walked out of the house. A breath left my lips as I looked around. Is this a dream? I thought before shaking my head. As I gathered my thoughts, the silence in the room felt heavy. The familiar sounds of his anger were replaced by an eerie quiet that unsettled me.

A tear escapes my eyes as I squeeze my eyes shut… " Please, don't kill me…" I said in aghast. The silence filled between us, and it was the longest moment of my life to pass. And finally, it came to an end when I finally opened my eyes to meet his eyes. He narrowed his golden eyes on me. The lights came back and I finally registered his facial features.

I bet I look disgusting right now, still clad in the same clothes for weeks with filth and scum stuck to me. My nose is already numb to it, but I bet I smell terrible. He rakes over me before he finally notices Lucas, and his eyes turn bright gold quickly. Lucas remains silent and still starring back at him in full surrender and defeat in his eyes. “You fucking bastard…” Silas says in a deep and low growl, barely inaudible. It was big switch from the soft and tender tone he used with me only a second ago. He stalks slowly to Lucas who suddenly goes white as a ghost, taking steps backward