Riddle About Silence Romane & Geschichten

she smiled genuinely making me heart warm up to her. I mastered up a small smile and went inside, I felt my anxiety pipe up and I nodded at them in acknowledgment. One good thing about my family is that they all are comfortable with my silence. Apart from my parents no one knows that I can speak again and no one ever forced me to either. It's better this way. Not having to explain anything to anyone. Staying in my own mind, even though it can be harmful sometimes I don't care. "I'm literally stinking and exhausted right now" I wanted to groan but smiled at what Malaika was saying. She was a nice girl with an even beautiful accent. Her Urdu is to die for, god. That's my new inspiration right

Of a world that learned to listen to the silence. And found it was full of song. THE END

The drive over to the apartment was filled with an uncomfortable silence. Unasked questions hung in the air like a thick fog. Beads of sweat prickled on the back of the drivers neck as he too was smothered by the tension in the car. The seconds felt like minutes as the road seemed to stretch longer and longer before her eyes. Letting her eyes close, Thea suppressed a sigh as she leant her head against the window, she ignored the drumming of her head against the window as they drove over the bumpy terrain. Bellamy’s words playing on repeat in her head, ‘like our souls recognise each other’.

Too much silence. And no voice to scream the truth.

I whisper. Dust is drifting through the small gap in the moonlight going through the blinds. It snatches on her hair, her eyelashes, the wobbling upsurge of her shoulders. She attempts to breathe silently, although to my ears each trembling intake of breath seems like a scream. Rylan steps somewhere past the room, with his pistol up, not making a sound and being on his guard. But his outline too sinks in the dark. The silence becomes so heavy, almost like a wire that is about to break.

Inside the floral boutique, my mind refused to settle even after Shane and Katie had left. Looking at the candy jar Katie had left on the counter, a wave of bitterness rose in my chest. I forced myself not to think about it and lowered my head to tidy up the counter. The wind chime suddenly rang. I thought a customer had come in. Without looking up, I said out of habit, "Welcome. What kind of flowers would you like?" "So it really is you." A shrill female voice suddenly came through.

My breath, my thoughts, my world. The silence rang in my ears. “…what?”

Rafael POV Silence... They say silence is golden. But what they don't tell you... is that silence is also deadly. It's the weapon of those who have seen too much, felt too deep, and learned that words-words often fall on deaf ears. Aristotle... or maybe it was some other wise man-he wasn't joking when he warned: "Never mistake a person's silence for ignorance, their calmness for acceptance, or their kindness for weakness." Because the quiet ones?

A terrifying, impossible thought. No. I whisper the word to the empty room. "No." But the silence doesn't answer. The silence just watches. And waits.