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The specific unselfconscious laughter of two people who were genuinely happy in a moment before they knew how the moment would end. I stood in my hallway in my socks with the photograph in my hand and I looked at it for a long time. I thought about Daniel saying everything else is noise. I thought about simple. I thought about the specific patient deliberateness of someone who had gone quiet and used the quiet to slide a photograph under a door at exactly the right moment. The silence had not been retreat. It had been delivery preparation. And something cold and completely uninvited moved through my chest and settled there and did not leave when I put the photograph down.

The love that is. The being that is. The wordless that is. The silent that is. The understanding that is. The peace that is. Only this. The book closes. Without closing. The reader awakens. Without awakening. The story ends. Without ending. The light remains. Without remaining. The love remains. Without remaining. The being remains. Without remaining. Only this. The light that is. This is the final silence. This is the final word. This is the final light. This is.

I retort and he sighs and silence drifts over us again. The sudden knock on the door jerks us from our trance. Looking at my watch I realise it’s already after six. I guess it’s finally done now. “Are you expecting someone?” August asks, confused by the sudden guest as he gets up to check who it was. “It’s for you.” “Huh?” The soft click of the door opening draws our attention to the man entering. “Good morning Sakamoto-Sama. The documents have arrived.” “Thank you.” I nod at August and the man walks over, handing it to him before bowing and leaving.

A silence lingered in the air, the only sounds came from the sloshing of the water every time I shifted and the soft whimpers escaping my mouth. "Can you talk to me?" I asked. "As a distraction?" He looked taken back, but slowly nodded his head. "Alright," he agreed. "What would you like to hear?" "Tell me your story," I answered quietly, closing my eyes once more and controlling my breathing in an attempt to calm my body down. "I want to learn about my future brother-in-law." The last sentence made a small chuckle leave his mouth along with an eye roll, which made a weak smile form on my face.

Nissa stared at his broad back. How many times did she silently weep over this very back as he walked away from her without a second thought? He was once a figure out of reach, aloof and untouchable. But now, here he was, kneeling before her. She let out a silent, fleeting laugh. Life was full of irony. When Benjamin did not hear any movement for a while, he turned back and looked up at her. Her face was unreadably calm, like someone watching a dull movie with no emotional investment.

I unzipped it as I shoved the few bank notes I had stolen from the bald man and also the few bank notes that the plum till operator had given me as my change. My hand felt a hard thing as I grabbed it and pulled it out. It was my sketch book. I slowly ran my hands on it as burning feeling echoed in my chest. I slowly opened it. The complete sketch of Sorrow came to my view. I bite my lower lip to stop myself from crying.

I frowned. "That game has two choices, it's either you will choose to participate in this game and silence will eat your mind as your brain strated to create another story of your life. Or you will choose the KISS The K means Know everything about the game. The I means Ignore everything that surrounds your life. The first S means Study everything about the game. The second S means Seal everything on your mind. Know, Ignore, Study, Seal, once you choose it, there is a chance you learn about the game. And obviously, you chose the silence. And we're glad that our game works out. " She said smiling so I nodded. "But why I can't I remember anything? I don't remember anything my brain did. Why?" I

“Every time you spank her she gets wetter. Filthy little thing.” Calder’s hand landed two more times, hard enough that I knew my ass was already pink, before he stopped and smoothed his palm over the stinging skin. “Another question,” he said. “What does the silence represent in the final chapter?” I tried to calm my breathing while he continued those slow, deep strokes. “It represents power,” I answered. “Choosing not to speak.” “Correct.” He immediately picked up the pace. Fucking me hard and faster. The wet slap of his hips against my ass filled the room while my breasts swung under me. I moaned openly, fingers gripping the edge of the couch.

When she was here trying to get close to him and get his trust. The man sat in silence, his eyes downcast and his mind lost in a labyrinth of thoughts. The air around him was heavy with unspoken words, suffocating in their weight. He had come to this prison seeking silence, not to be bothered by a stupid genius therapist. The silence caressed their skins like a cool summer breeze, smoothing their souls, and taking away her jagged edges. It had been one hell of a rough day. He was still looking at the white ceiling ignoring all her tries. "Aah," she sighed and began walking towards him until she found herself stopped in front of him.

“I am sorry, I was just trying to keep you from murdering someone in public.” His expression shifted - dark, unreadable. His eyes trailed across my face, lingering on my lips. Then his hand reached up, fingertips grazing my cheek. He always wore the same damn expression. Blank, unmoved, like nothing in this world could touch him. But somehow, in the silence and the stillness, he made sure I and everyone else felt it all - the cold, the control, the darkness wrapped beneath his skin.