Please Observe Silence Novels & Stories

*Silence* I breathe in so deep and gently let it out. It's so silent that only our breathes could be heard. No one's dared to move a limb. Was my announcement that surprising? Hmmm, I guess yes. I thought this will be fun but I just figured out it's boring. Phantoms are boring. Ugh. "Leave." I raised a brow at her who's bowing as she lay to her husband's chest. "I don't want to see your faces anymore."

He said using his husky voice. Napaawang ang labi ko sa sinabi niya. Bumaba ang kamay nito sa bewang ko at hinapit ito papalapit sa katawan niya. Umangat ang gilid ng labi nito, "silence means yes." Hindi na ako nakapagre-ak ng angkinin niya ulit ang labi ko at mahigpit na niyakap ang bewang ko.

"Oras na lumipas, huwag hayaang umalpas. Ang mga alaala ng nakaraan gusto naming balikan. Ang aking katangungan, humihiling ng katotohanan. Huwag sanang ipagdamot, ang kailangan ng kasagutan. Pumikit ka." Darkness, I see nothing but darkness. The unexplainable silence was in my ear, it is like wearing headphones with noise cancelation. Ang tanging naririnig ko ay ang pagtic-toc ng orasan. Nabura ang kaninang ingay ng mga sasakyan mula sa labas ng ospital, o di kaya ang mga nag-uusap sa lobby, ang mga announcement sa PA system. It was, a deafening silence. Nakafocus ako sa tunog ng orasan at yon lamang.

The phone call connected, and the line went silent. Aiden held the device to his ear, his face a mask of grim resolve. The silence was not empty; it was a heavy, expectant quiet that felt more intimidating than any verbal threat. It was the sound of a universe holding its breath, waiting for a god to speak. Chloe and Dan watched him, their breath held tight, their eyes wide with fear and anticipation.

Hindi agad sumagot si Amanda Sa halip ay bahagya siyang huminga nang malalim isang kilos na halos hindi mapansin kung hindi ka nakatingin nang mabuti. “Silence,” tugon niya, “is not always absence. Sometimes it is restraint. Sometimes it is strategy. And sometimes,” dagdag niya, “it is the only way to survive while the truth is being buried under noise.” May ilang napasinghap ang iba nama’y napahinto sa pagsusulat.

Para sa kanya, Silence is not submission but knowing things are in control. Siya ang uri ng lalaking mas pinipiling makinig kaysa magsalita, ngunit sa oras na magsalita siya, nagiging malinaw kung bakit siya dapat pakinggan. Walang labis, walang kulang. Sakto. Sapat.

Hehe “Do you really want to stop now? Just tell me, while I can still control myself,” nag babanta ang boses nya, pero taliwas sa mata nya. Malalim, at parang hindi ang normal na Kalix, “So, silence means yes?” Hindi ako sumagot at tumingin lang sa kanya, maya maya ay ipinulupot ko na din ang magkabila kong braso sa batok niya at ako na mismo ang humila sa kanya papalapit sakin.

The weight of his silent plea hung heavy in the air, urging me to break the barrier of silence that had settled between us. "Lily," his voice took on a serious tone as he sat up straight, his posture reflecting his earnest desire to communicate. Despite my attempt to avoid his gaze, his gentle touch on my face compelled me to meet his eyes. There was an intensity in his stare, a silent plea for connection that tugged at my heartstrings. "Lily, please talk to me," he pleaded, his voice tinged with desperation as he implored me to break the silence between us. His words echoed in the stillness of the room, a reminder of the growing distance between us that threatened to consume our bond.

Wala mang salita na namutawi mula sa bibig nina Trixie at Sebastian, ngunit ramdam nila pareho ang bigat at init ng presensiya ng isa’t isa. Sa gilid ng mata ni Trixie, ramdam niya ang panaka-nakang pagsulyap ni Sebastian sa kaniya, tila sinusukat ang bawat galaw niya. With this silence that enveloped them, even a curling up of lips for a smirk or even her silent deep sigh can be noticed. Ngunit sa kabila noon ay nanatiling nakatingin lamang sa labas ng bintana si Trixie, pinipiling huwag magpakita ng emosyon, kahit pa ang dibdib niya’y parang tambol na sa lakas ng tibok sa loob niya.

Ugh, bakit ko naman iyon iisipin? Pinapanatili ni Leonardo ang isang mata sa kanyang repleksyon sa side mirror, matalim at maingat ang obserbasyon. Napansin niya kung paano nanginginig siya kahit may suot na jacket, pati ang banayad na tensyon sa kanyang mga balikat. Inilagay niya sa isip ang gagawin—patigilin ito bago pa man lumaki at maging isang bagay na ayaw niyang harapin. “You’re quiet,” sa wakas ay nagsalita na siya, tuluyan na pinutol ang mahabang katahimikan sa pagitan nila.