روايات وقصص ضمن The End Of Silence

Chapter 43 POV: Lydia Hart I used to believe silence was safety. If I didn’t ask, if I didn’t look too closely, if I let love fill in the gaps where truth should have been, then nothing could hurt me. Silence was the soft place I landed when the world felt sharp. Now I know better. Silence is how they move pieces without you noticing. Silence is how men like Julian Kerr and Ethan Cross decide your fate while smiling into cameras. Silence is how you wake up one morning and realize your life has become evidence.

"With cameras on every corner, Charles won't be able to hide for long. He's bound to be caught any minute now." Olivia had barely hung up when a loud knock rattled my door. I did not bother opening it. Instead, I peered through the digital peephole and saw the unmistakable silhouette. "Charles, I can see you out there. Don't mess up again. Turn yourself in, and maybe you can get a second chance," I called out. The knocking grew fiercer as Charles heard me. He was cursing up a storm, but I tuned him out, still pushing for him to give up.

And the silence hurts worse than anything. End of story 3

Soon, his high-pitched screams began to reduce, his movements slowed, and his hands dropped by his side as he took his last breath. "Bastard didn't even last a minute," Silence mumbled, removing another cigarette to smoke, turning to leave the place. Recalling something, he took a deep breath. "Where the fuck is he?" he snapped at one of his men who stood nearby. "He?" the man questioned, his voice slightly panicking. "You know who I'm talking about!" Silence snapped. "Where the fuck is Rafael?!" ********* With the loud music buzzing outside, Rafael slammed his lips against a red haired girl, shoving his tongue into her mouth and ravishing her lips like his live depended on it.

*Silence* . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .

Everything turned dark and silent. *********

"I'm sorry, Grace. The forest really isn't safe. I have to find him. I promise I'll come back and finish this with you." I gave him a faint smile, though I could barely breathe through the pain in my chest. He would not come back once he left. That was always how it ended. As he bent down to comfort Laila, I quietly poured the bond-breaking potion into the wine glass. I walked over and held it out to him, my voice soft but firm. "Finish this, and I'll forgive you." Philip smiled and finished it in one gulp. He put the glass down and left with Laila without a second glance.

⸻ When they finally pulled apart, it was only slightly. Close enough that nothing felt lost. ⸻ Sienna whispered, “It is quiet now.” ⸻ Damien nodded. “Finally.” ⸻ And for the first time since everything began, quiet did not feel like absence. It felt like peace. ⸻ THE END

“…everything fell silent.” To be continued

Only silence remained. **