Novel & Cerita Silent Eyes

She didn’t know then that some silences weren’t empty. They were waiting. Waiting for the moment they could break everything open.

a glance sideways, "visions took hold. My role? Simple presence." “Silence.” The noise never rises. From his throat it comes, rough and quiet. Echoes do not form. Instead, silence swallows every note, broken solely by water falling drop after drop. She stands unseen by him. On me rests his stare, heavy like stone, moving slow, measuring each part. Over my thin body it moves, across the wet fabric clinging to me, then lingers where her hand left its trace - pale but present - on my face. The sound comes sharp: his teeth pressing hard, a tension building beneath the quiet of his clenched jaw.

The silence in the room was extremely tense and suffocating. Naelis’s smile faltered, her hand hovering in the air. "Silas? What’s wrong? Why are you being so cold to me?" For a long moment, he didn't reply. Then, Silas’s head snapped up. The anger in his expression was so sudden and so fierce that Naelis instinctively took a step back. He glared at her, his eyes burning with a resentment that made her blood run cold. Silas didn't raise his voice, but the quiet intensity of his eyes was far more painful than a shout. He looked Naelis straight in the eyes, his voice trembling with a heartbreaking edge.

Before everything was taken from her, Elena Voss had never truly understood silence. Not the kind that comes from absence. But the kind that is forced upon you. Sealed. Controlled. Complete. --- The first thing she noticed— Was the absence of sound. --- No rain. No footsteps. No voices. --- Nothing. --- Her eyes opened slowly. --- White. --- That was all she could see. Walls. Ceiling. Floor. Seamless. Endless. Unnatural.

This is bad, I sigh inwardly as I feel myself tighten. “Did we die?” She returns to her seat, her eyes still closed and I chuckle. “You’re not getting away from me that easy missy.” I say, smiling as I ruffle her hair and the silence returns. From the first time we met, silence seems to be her comfort. Maybe getting involved was the best decision I’ve made in my life after all. Smiling to myself I take her hand again and we drive in the warmth of the stillness that envelopes us, before we reach our destination.

As if I were not there, it happened to someone else and I stood beside and just watched. But at the same time, I had to go through it all! Tears stream down my cheeks at the memory. At this point, I can’t stop the memories that follow. Every time I have to go through them. Silas golden brown eyes when he is looking at me. The pain he feels is written all over his face. I see his lips moving but I can’t hear what he is saying. I can’t hear anyone, everything is silent. My brain is in a silent tornado, everything is spinning and I can’t hear a word.

"Ready to replay!" Kalyana gasped. Their eyes darkened, silence fell, so quiet it made her ears ring. ***