Patrick Radden Keefe Say Nothing Novels & Stories

The moment Freya exit the office, he slams his fist on his desk so hard but he barely felt the pain due to the anger he was feeling right now, everything was slowly crumbling right before his very eyes and his effort wasn't doing much to the situation. ****** At an abandoned construction site stood Kenneth and two of his men stand right behind him at his left and right respectively. Kenneth is wearing a blank shirt and a black plain trouser, a black face cap is covering most part of his face accompanied by the sunglass he was wearing that he couldn't be recognized by anyone familiar with him.

Wendy's tears would not stop as her face turned a deep shade of purple from crying so hard. "I didn't do anything. Liam, what's happening to you? "Please don't freak me out. I can't bear to lose you." Liam's hands fell to his sides, his eyes empty. His lips quivered as he whispered over and over. "She's not here. She's really not... "They can't find Sabrina at the records office... "No one remembers her. It's just me! I'm the only one!" Wendy slumped to the floor, clinging to his legs. "Liam, please, take a deep breath!"

Because sometimes the strongest thing you’ll ever do… Is nothing. No reply. No return. No relapsing into old patterns. Just walking away. Quietly. Softly. Completely.

And then Nothing.

He looked like he was one bad soundcheck away from retirement. “You must be Anya,” he mumbled, barely looking up. “The new PA. Don’t talk to the press, don’t talk to the band unless necessary, and don’t, under any circumstances, talk to Kai unless he speaks to you first. Got it? He’s currently operating at minimum tolerance for existence.” “Understood,” I replied, my voice sounding strained.

Turning to Will, she asked, “Mr. Thomas, which Ronan Keating song?” Will’s lips formed in a tight-lip smile. He didn’t have to ask her what she meant for he already knew. “When You Say Nothing At All.”

We say nothing on the way home. XXX

After hearing so many of them, I naturally stopped wanting to answer. I looked at her with indifference and said, "I don't think we have anything left to talk about other than the divorce."

He kept thinking about how Julia's eyes sparkled when she listened to him sing, her red nose after he had made her cry, and her standing on her tiptoes last year on this exact day, clumsily but seriously tying his scarf for him. When it was time for the carefully prepared love song, Clive stood under the spotlight, staring at the empty seat. He couldn't sing a single word. The music kept playing awkwardly, and a subtle restlessness spread through the crowd. He locked his gaze on that patch of nothingness, as if he could drag the person who should've been there out of thin air. "I…can't sing this song tonight." He spoke into the microphone, his voice hoarse. It was the first thing he had said