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I'll be back. I know. You better be. I will. She set the phone down. The room was quiet. The street below was quiet. She picked up the book. Clara's book. The one she didn't understand. Opened it. Read the first page. The words still blurred. She kept reading.

The clerk didn’t even look up. They wandered, fingers brushing worn spines, silence stretching comfortably. He picked up a slim volume of poetry and passed it to her. “For Women Who Are Birds in Cages Made of Mirrors.” By someone she’d never heard of. She flipped through it, then read one line aloud: “She stitched silence into the hem of her voice, so the world wouldn’t hear her unravel.” Renner watched her, his eyes unreadable. “I like her,” she said softly. “I thought you might.”

And I know this was only the beginning. Moonlight pools across the stone floor like spilt mercury, a cold glow that makes every breath look like smoke. The room still tastes of fire and smoke—ash in the back of my throat, heat thrumming beneath my skin. They don’t speak. None of them. Silas claims the window first. Frost blooms beneath his palm, a slow creep of silver veins across the glass. He sits like a sentinel carved from night, one boot braced on the sill, shadow melting into shadow.

Silent. Staring at her with those dead eyes. More seconds passed. The air in the room felt wrong. Too thick. Too cold. Carmina took a step backward without meaning to. Then another. Her back hit the door. "Killian," she whispered. Nothing. The silence was worse than shouting. Worse than violence. It was the silence before something terrible happens. Carmina's heart was hammering in her chest. Her hands shaking so badly she could barely hold her cane. "Say something," she said.

Seren only went quiet when she was holding the weight of too many futures at once. I stayed half a step behind her, eyes sweeping the undergrowth, ears tuned for anything that did not belong. Without the Thread, instincts felt sharper, less filtered. Every snapped twig sounded like a decision being made somewhere far away. Silas brought up the rear. “You feel it too,” he muttered to me. “Yes,” I said. “The world is louder.” “No,” he corrected. “The world is unmuted.” We crossed a narrow stream just as the sky began to pale. Dawn crept in slowly, cautious, as if unsure it was still welcome. Mist clung to the water, curling around our boots.

~ My page is nearly full when the bell rings. The room erupts into movement at the bell—even Dr Rivers rushes to pack his things, hurriedly shouting reminders to us as he goes about the room. Jasmine remains seated. Looking straight ahead, like she’s lost in some kind of trance. I watch Timothy as he leaves, his boots echoing after him. The class empties, and I pack my books as slowly as possible. She crosses her arms in front of her, looking down at her table. My body tenses, gearing up for the confrontation I can tell is coming. Her lips are in a pout, the AC unit blowing her long hair around her shoulders like a halo.

Raia tried to look serious and avoid stuttering but his eyes can't look more real as he kept looking away from June. "Where did you get that book?" June asked him pertaining to the books he was holding. "H-huh? What do you mean? I borrowed this from the library," Raia replied then he held the books tighter. June slowly approached him while keeping his eyes on Raia. "That book...we saw it in Mr. Rayven's office..." June stated then stopped in front of Raia. "T-this is not... It's a different book," Raia can't stop stuttering while his eyes keep looking at random places. He didn’t notice that one of the books he was holding is already familiar to June. He didn’t even expect that June would eve

Only now did it hit me that there was no love between us anymore. I didn't say anything, and he also remained silent. It looked like whatever tacit understanding we had was used to ensure none of us broke the silence. Then, Andrew said hesitantly, "I was…" A phone call interrupted him, cutting through the awkward atmosphere. He was holding up some gauze, but he stopped at the ringing. The relief on his face was apparent as he answered the phone, his tone gentle. "What's wrong, Nina?" "I'm at your company, Andy, but they won't let me in. They even said I'm not worthy of being your assistant," Nina Moore said on the other end of the line.

“Why didn’t she come?” Samuel closed his eyes. “Because she was afraid Giovanni would find you.” Zara laughed. A broken sound. “He found me anyway.” The sound downstairs came again. This time, it wasn’t a floorboard. It was a door closing. Adrian whispered: “Someone is here.” Samuel moved toward the hallway. But Zara grabbed his sleeve. “No.” He looked at her. “Zara…” “No more secrets.” His expression softened. “We don’t have time.” “You had three years.”

‘I thought you women liked silent, mysterious men. Jill pinched his rear. ‘The problem with you is you’re silent out of bed and talk too much in it. We need some reversal here.’ ‘Are you telling me to get on with the action?’ ‘Yes.’ He bent his head to fasten his lips aroimd a nipple he’d freed. His thumb gently stroked the other breast, peaking it. Her moan let him know he was doing all the right stuff. He let a hand move up to stroke a smooth hip, then made a lingering