Beneath the Silver Moon
There’s no blame in his voice, just certainty—a kind of trust that feels like a lifeline.
I swallow, feeling the grit in my throat. “It cost me.”
He doesn’t argue. He doesn’t try to soften the truth. He just lets the silence settle between us, heavy with the things that don’t need to be said. That silence is its own language, saying everything words can’t.
I raise a trembling hand to my chest, fingers brushing the silver there—once bright as moonlight, now dimmed, its gleam muted but not extinguished. It’s quiet, not gone, as if it too is resting, gathering itself for whatever comes next.
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