Silent Battles Quotes Novels & Stories

Nabasag ang katahimikan nang sumandal bigla sa kaniya si Alexis at umaktong tila naglalambing. "You deactivated all of your social media accounts and even your phone number can't be reached. We lost connections, but never in our hearts." "I'm good..." Hindi niya maisip ang angkop na mga salitang dapat niyang sabihin. "It's years filled with. . . emptiness. I fought a lot of my silent battles and I'm glad I made it." "I'm so proud of you..." she suddenly whispered. "Alam ko noon pa man na matapang ka."

Na sa bawat pagdilat ko, inaasahan kong makita siya. At kahit ganoon, hindi ko kayang kalimutan ang paalala ni Ma’am Celeste. Kasing linaw ng sikat ng araw. Na may mga linya na hindi ko dapat tawirin. Kaya sa sketchpad ko, isinulat ko ang... “Maybe summers change. Maybe people do, too. But some names never leave the silence of your heart. And some warnings—no matter how graceful—cling like thorns. I don’t know which one will break me first.”

She needed direction. She was unraveling. But then another voice answers: You didn’t trust her to unravel. You didn’t trust her to survive her own grief. And that— That sounds too close to the truth. My phone remains silent all day. No messages. No accusations. No emotional paragraphs. Nothing. Her silence is louder than anger. Anger means engagement. Silence means evaluation. I imagine her sitting at the dining table. Laptop open. Organizing. Cross-checking dates. Comparing signatures.

Nang makabunot siya ay napansin kong napapaisip pa siya bago buksan ang mini microphone sa kanyang damit. “I don't have eyes, but once I did see. Once I had thoughts, but now I'm white and empty… who am I?” napalinga-linga ang inititiates na kaharap niya na tila humihingi ng tulong para makasagot siya. Ngunit natatakot din kalaunan nang marinig ang kasa na nasa automatic rifle. “ I don't have eyes, but once I did see. Once I had thoughts, but now I'm white and empty…. who am I?” pag uulit nito at ibinulsa ang kapirasong papel.