Novel & Cerita Silent Voice X Face

Aurora’s lips twitched, a fondness glinting in her eyes. "After all these years," she said, stepping closer. She raised a hand and, to everyone's quiet shock, rested it gently against Silence’s cheek. "You've finally come home." Silence closed his eyes briefly, the touch undoing him more than any words could. He grasped her hand gently, as if she would disappear if he dared to hold too tightly. "If you'll have me," he whispered. Aurora’s smile widened. "We always have." There was a crack of emotion in Silence's usually unreadable face, something only those who truly knew him could catch.

"This hotel belongs to your uncle?" Nodding, he pillowed his head and lay on the floor, giving a click to the remote he held. The vault switched to a transparent top. "Here is where I speak to the silence, blame the world, and shed my tears." That somehow dimmed the glow hopping on her hand. She took a seat next to him. Under the soothing lights, his sharp facial features stood out even more, and so did his bottled loneliness. She understood the familiar silence. It was whispering, yearning to be heard after years of being ignored.

I grin slyly at her and she chuckles nervously avoiding my eyes. "Will do." she smiles and my grin broadens. "Hmm. People will die from shock when they find out you do know how to talk… a lot...” Or how absolutely adorable you can be. On second thought, I’d like to be the only one. "They know I can talk. They just always seem to distort my words making me look insensitive… so I choose to stay silent." "I see." she really is a strong. Sensitive and thoughtful. "Yuzuki?"

In case the conversation does not please me, it is easier to dispatch him playing in the pool. We sat in the armchairs in silence... that silence that is worse than screams and cries... I look at him and I notice that X stares at me... he’s with his face closed... maybe he was suffering... fighting himself. Then I notice that the fact that he is there with me, is a battle he is waging against his feelings...

Sandino: “Money buys a lot of silence. That’s the real flex.” Inside the penthouse the silence was not bought so much as enforced. Two floors down, Raphaël lay awake longer than he should have, the memory of her weight on his lap and the soft sound of her frustrated hiss replaying against his better judgment. He had made the only choice that kept him employed and breathing. He still whispered the same three words into the dark.

* The pillar pulsed once. A voice spoke, but not with sound. It was inside their skulls. *You are late.* Aria stopped ten paces from the stone. “Who are you?” *I am what remains when oaths are forgotten.* *I am the Silence.* Ash raised her blade. It did nothing. The blade felt heavy, distant, like it belonged to someone else. Kael stepped in front of Aria. “You can’t have her.” The Silence laughed. It had no mouth. *She already belongs to me. She carries my brother’s prison in her blood.*

Blood griping on the old carpet. “YOU MAD?!” he yelled. I opened my mouth to find the words I could use for my apology but for some reason my mouth, soul and body wouldn’t let me. At that instant every word he spoke afterwards were mute. My body was now acting without my command. Before I knew it, I was seated before the mirror with all these glitters on my face. All my bruises had seemed to vanish, but the burning pain on my face never left me. I hopelessly watched my face being turned into a clown.

Wife… Malcolm sighed, it seemed he was getting too used to the term—and he seemed to love it. Just then, his phone rang and at the sight of the caller’s ID, he quickly signaled the whipping to stop. He ordered that Yolanda be gagged to avoid making a noise, soon, the noise-filled tunnel was as silent as a graveyard. Only then did Malcolm answer the phone, making a low growl to indicate to who it was that he was listening. He didn’t say a word but minutes later, his face turned grave and like lightning, he was gone.

⸻ Finally— Silence looked at him. ⸻ For the first time… Not as an observer. ⸻ Not as a force. ⸻ As a person. ⸻ “You asked me the same question.” ⸻ Ilyaan smiled softly. ⸻ “It seemed important.” ⸻ A faint smile appeared on her face. ⸻ A tiny one. ⸻ The first smile ever born from Silence. ⸻ 💔❤️ ⸻

Part 1: The Face in the Dark The room remained silent. Only the emergency lights glowed red through the darkness. On the monitor— The silhouette sat motionless. Watching. Waiting. Lina felt her heart hammering in her chest. "Who are you?" she demanded. The figure smiled. A slow, calm smile. "Asking the wrong question already." Part 2: Fear Victor took a step back. That alone frightened Lina. Victor never stepped back. Victor never looked afraid.