Novel & Cerita Silence

And truth, once spoken, does not return quietly to sleep. She turns from the window, phone heavy in her hand, already considering what comes next. Silence, after all, can be learned. And it can also be weaponized.

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 giv

“You don’t know how difficult it must be for me right now, but I appreciate the sentiment.” Yikes! Even to my own ears that had sounded so cold. The silence that I had been intending to break stretched itself into an even deeper chasm of awkwardness. I sighed. Sandra’s voice was very soft when she finally spoke. “I’m sorry if I sounded presumptuous. Of course I have no idea what it feels like to be in your shoes… I was just trying to empathize with you because you’re my best friend. I am sorry if I offended you though babe. It wasn’t my intention in any way.”

___________________________________________________________________________ 20 / 12 / 2021 Silence… In all my life , from the age of 5 , never have I ever heard silence so much louder in a house filled with people. I like silence – it is calm , peaceful and relaxes my soul however; the silence that is in this house is suffocating. I can almost see and feel the house walls draw in closer , boxing us in and suffocating us in this small space.

Neither spoke. Nate stared at him. Max stared back. And in the silence between them, everything they'd spent months refusing to say seemed to gather at once. The door remained open. Neither of them moved. Neither looked away.

The specific quality of a silence that followed something that landed. I stood in the bedroom doorway in the dark with my hand on the door frame and I did not breathe. Kayden said nothing. I could hear that too — the nothing of it, the particular silence of Kayden Hale choosing not to speak, which almost never happened. And then Yulian's voice again. Quiet. Steady. With every single word placed exactly where he meant it. "I've known for years."

The metallic sound punctuates the silence like a gunshot, making me flinch despite myself. She plants her back against the door, lips tight, one finger raised to her mouth in a fierce, silent command: "Don't make a sound." The intensity in her eyes sends chills down my spine—not the familiar warmth I've known all my life, but something primal, ancient. Her gaze holds the weight of a thousand unspoken warnings. "Mom?" I mouth silently, the question forming on my lips without sound. She shakes her head once, decisively. The message is clear: *Silence is our only shield now.*

“ Meara!” The whispers started again, soft but notable. I tensed, my eyes snapping open. I scanned the field, but there was no one in sight. The sound seemed to come from the tree itself, from the rustling of its leaves. I pressed my palms against the rough bark and closed my eyes, focusing on the whispers. " Come... find... me..." The words were faint but distinct. My heart raced. Was I losing my mind, or was there something more to these whispers? I stood up, brushing the dirt off my jeans, and took a few steps back. The whispers grew louder, more insistent.

Is this the end of everything she held onto? A heavy silence hangs over her as she stares at him, as he laughs with the woman by his side, as he smiles and moves without a single glance in her direction. Her heart breaks, over and over, the pieces falling apart with each passing second, each breath, each stolen glance she risks. Suddenly, the hum of conversation fades, replaced by the echo of footsteps. A man steps onto the stage, gripping a microphone, his voice slicing through the stillness like a blade. “Welcome to today’s auction.”

He chuckled as he tilted his head. “Really?” “Sinus.” She said as the man nodded. There was silence as she forgot to click the ground floor button. “Sinus might be really bad.” He said as she nodded an agreement. She’s kind of an awkward person. “So, what’s your drug?” he asked. “Vics,” She answered. “Or I’ll go with anything minty.”