Romans & histoires Silence A

We both stand there, cold wind freezing the blood in our faces as we look over the city lights and at the frozen waters far down below. “So what do you do when you come here? Nothing?” I ask. “Silence. I enjoy the silence,” he tells me simply. I pause before speaking again. “I hate silence, it’s boring and scary, and… I just hate being left alone with my scrambled thoughts,” I tell him. “Sometimes silence can mean not entertaining your thoughts too. Just peace and stillness from everything, especially your thoughts,” he explains, turning to me. “How?” “Just don’t think.”

Too complete. That’s when the thought finally clarifies. Silence isn’t the absence of observation. It’s the removal of interference. If this is a study—then this is the part where they stop nudging. Where they see what I do when no one speaks to me. When nothing guides me. When the only stimulus left is my own mind. A chill runs through me, despite the warmth of the air.

So, when the house staff mistreated her, she stayed quiet. When kids mocked her for being "mute", she still smiled... but only for William. The one with aphasia? It wasn't him. It was her. To cover it up, she left him little notes: [Wil, school's way more fun. I'll just stay for summer, okay? Take care of yourself!] [Wil, I made a new friend today! Best day ever!] [Wil, I learned how to make cupcakes! Left them in the fridge—don't forget to eat!]

Silent. Staring at her with those dead eyes. More seconds passed. The air in the room felt wrong. Too thick. Too cold. Carmina took a step backward without meaning to. Then another. Her back hit the door. "Killian," she whispered. Nothing. The silence was worse than shouting. Worse than violence. It was the silence before something terrible happens. Carmina's heart was hammering in her chest. Her hands shaking so badly she could barely hold her cane. "Say something," she said.

At the leaves falling slowly around them. She sat. The silence stretched. "You were right," Idris finally said. "About the performing. I've been doing it so long I don't know who I am without an audience." "Then find out." "Just like that?" "Just like that." Maya turned to look at him. "Stop talking to crowds. Stop charming rooms. Sit in silence and see what's left." He met her eyes. "Is that what you do?" "I don't have a crowd." "Maybe that's why you're the only person here who seems real."

The flame held for a long moment, painting his features in orange and shadow, and then it went out, replaced by the soft red glow of the cigarette tip as he inhaled. The silence that followed was the most complete and terrifying silence Tobin had ever experienced. Emeric did not stand. He did not raise his voice. He did not reach for a weapon or call for security. He simply sat in the dark and smoked and looked at Tobin with those pale grey eyes, and the total absence of reaction was far more unsettling than violence would have been. Tobin did not run, because running would confirm that he was afraid, and Tobin Leith did not give that kind of information away for free. He stood perfectly sti

Shiloh hadn't wanted everyone knowing about her divorce from Manuel. It was private, and she wanted it to stay that way. But when Tony warmly invited Manuel to stay a few more days, she couldn't keep quiet. "Commander Ruffin, that won't be necessary." Shiloh forced down the emotions rising inside her and kept her voice even. "We're divorced. There's nothing between us anymore." The room went dead silent. Manuel's face darkened. He swallowed his anger.

Then she lowered her voice and whispered: "Since you are on duty." “Is that the fruit spritzer again?” Janik happily held out his empty glass to her and she filled it up with a nod. "You are probably telling each other everything?" She also filled Josh's glass and then said goodbye. She put the bottle on the trolley next to them. "She's to be smooched!" Janik grinned at his friend, who just had a smile on his face, but now looked at his friend disapprovingly. The latter raised his hands disarmingly. "It's okay, it's okay, it's yours."

He asked and as usual everyone laughed at his silly question "Silence" Mrs. Smith cautioned and silence once again took over but in my ear there were so much oozing, I took my earpiece dig it in my ear and start some music, I didn't hear anything until Mrs. Smith called on me and I quickly hide the earpiece. "Are you here?" She asked eyes narrowed at me in question. "Yes ma'am" I answered briskly. "What was the last thing I said?" She asked not believing me, knowing obviously she was thinking of what she said I stole the idea from her thoughts.