Os Olhos Dele Abriram Simple Silence Novels & Stories

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

I groaned, squeezing my eyes shut. “Open. Your. Eyes” The man ordered, sternly. His voice had a way of nestling between my legs, giving the organ between them a pulse. His breath was rigid. My eyes fluttered open, meeting his gaze and the time stopped. “MATE…” we both let out in unison.

93 Athena When I opened my eyes, grogginess clung to me. I couldn't move, but my silence was soon replaced by utter confusion. I couldn’t make sense of where I was. This place was beyond anything words could capture. Unnatural and unsettling silence wrapped around me like a thick blanket, pressing in from all sides. The earth I knew never held silence like this, never without the hum of life, the rustle of leaves, or distant calls of creatures.

God that scent making me feel weak. "Err ! It can't be", l instantly reprimanded myself but the moment l slowly opened my eyes , l noticed that his eyes were no longer closed and he was staring back at me. " You came to sleep not to stare at me " He growled in a deep voice . " uhmm..sorry l didn't mean. It", I stuttered ashamed and at that l closed up my eyes .

His eyes are very bright and he blinks once and looks at the table. Soren doesn't move from the wall. He is completely silent. I have heard Soren silent before but not like this. This silence has a texture to it, dense and pressurized, like something very loud being held down by force. He is looking at a fixed point somewhere near the window and his jaw is tight and his hands at his sides have closed into fists without him seeming to notice.

Only power and silence. He also saw another version: himself opening a massive stone gate, and from within, figures with white eyes flocked out. They smiled at him, thanked him, embraced him. But behind them, the world began to change, colors faded, sounds became muffled, as if reality itself were thinning out. Siron yanked his hand away, breaking the contact. "That... that’s not a choice."

He was letting go, one breath at a time. The sound of the machine filled the air, mixing with the quiet music from the speaker. The world outside disappeared. It was just the two of us skin, ink, and silence that meant something. I glanced up a few times. His eyes were closed now, his head tilted slightly to the side. The muscles in his shoulders had loosened. His hands, which had been gripping the chair at first, were resting open on his thighs. “You okay?” I asked softly. He nodded without opening his eyes. “Yeah. It’s… different this time.”

The white-out did not fade into the familiar darkness of space. It dissolved into a terrifying, crystalline stillness. When I opened my eyes, the first thing I felt was the silence. It wasn't the "Quiet" of Nevan’s Shield or the digital hush of a severed server. It was the absolute, crushing silence of a place where light had never traveled and sound had no medium.

But she doesn’t. She just lies still. Eyes open. And listens to his breathing steady into sleep. The silence feels louder than ever. And now, it has her name written in it.

Because sometimes silence speaks more deeply than words ever could. At least I was with him, two near strangers linked by suffering we did not know how to apportion. His eyes were closed, eyelashes lying heavily across his cheekbones. He seemed younger somehow. Exhausted in a way sleep could not remove. I had to reach out. Not to fix him, I wasn't that dumb, but to let him know that I saw him. That I wasn't turning my head the other way. And then, without even opening his eyes, he whispered, "He spoke with me."