Sans Words Novels & Stories

“So, just date forever and never get married? Isn’t that kind of, I don’t know, leading people on?” “That’s such an old-fashioned way of thinking,” Zoe replied with a wink. “It’s different here. People value their freedom, and marriage isn’t always the endgame. Plenty of couples live together for decades without getting married. They might even have a handful of kids, with the oldest already in college, and still never bother with a marriage certificate.”

Not with words. But with proof.

Not without a fight. 🩸

i asked "Why don't you cook and let women inside your house? Why am i here? she asked "I just want to know you better. You are different because you make me feel things. I want to explore these feelings with you if that is okay with you? i asked her. I don't do relationships, i feel they are a waste of time so i just have one night stands with different women. But with Serena, it is different. She did not say anything for a few moment and i was actually worried i said something worng, but she later spoke

Anything. Nothing.

Ronan was at a karaoke bar named Nocturne, singing a love song to her. Their friends flooded the comments. "Just get together already!" "Forget women. Bros are better. Say you’ll be my new sister-in-law!" "Totally! Brynn’s way better than his wife. At least she doesn’t kill the mood by doing something stupid like throwing cake." She replied with a smirking emoji: "You idiots, stop talking nonsense. Ronan is only fit to be my obedient son for life, got it?" My hands trembled as I exited the group.

No one answered. The living room was dark. The only light came from the streetlamps filtering through the window. He slapped the switch. The apartment was empty, and the silence was unbearable. The shoes she wore every day were gone from the cabinet. The little succulent plants she had been growing on the balcony were gone too. Reid's gaze moved stiffly toward the coffee table. There, placed neatly in the center, was the divorce agreement. The signature line bore her name in clear, steady letters, without a single trace of hesitation.

No more words needed. This was real.

I didn't spell bad… At least I didn't think I did. I took a shower this morning. My clothes are clean… Maybe he's not a fan of my natural scent? I move closer to my door, turn my head, and stare out the window. I don't bother with small talk, since he seems to have no interest in talking to me. The closer we get to work, the more my chest hurts. We've never gone a whole car ride to work without a single word. He hasn't said a word to me, and it hurts more than I ever thought it would.