The Silence Between Us の小説・ストーリー

How awful. I have recorded the way back, we passed block after block without saying anything at all. He no longer walks behind my back, our steps are synchronized, we go side by side, walking together. I think I heard him humming a song and it reminded me of some doubt. “Do you like silence?” I ask, ready to kill that doubt. I don't give him my gaze, but I feel myself carrying the heaviness of his. “I love silence.” “How can you love silence and listen to heavy metal?”

"If I were her, I'd probably pretend to be mute and stay silent for years too. That voice is enough to make anyone want to gouge their own ears out!" My desk was kicked over, sending all the books scattering across the floor. Alice yanked my hair hard, then she raised her hand and slapped me across the face. "I'm talking to you, Summer! Your mute act is over, and now you're deaf? Can't hear anyone, right?" I shoved her with all my strength. "Let go of me!"

Not the injury. Her. And the silence between us had never felt heavier.

“You actually think that’s why I’m here?” “Isn’t it?” I shot back, my words harsher than I intended, escaping my lips before I had a chance to temper them. He blinked, his gaze lingering on me for just a second longer than what felt comfortable. There was a moment of silence where I could practically hear my heartbeat echoing in my ears. Then, with smooth grace, he pushed himself off the wall and started walking toward the stage, a slight confidence in his stride that sent my stomach tumbling over itself. What was he about to do?

He wasn’t fighting for me. He was fighting because of me. Because whatever this was between us — love, curse, obsession — it didn’t save people. It burned them. And maybe I was next. ⸻ -MALRIK KAINE- There’s a kind of silence that only comes after too much noise. Gunfire, metal, bones — they all blend into one sound after a while. And after that, there’s only breathing. Theirs. Then mine. I don’t remember who fired first. It didn’t matter.

The silence between us feels heavier than it should after the way we just fucked. I’m hurt. Annoyed. Possessive as hell. But right now I don’t have the words to say all of it without making it worse. So I stay quiet, jaw tight, staring at the glowing phone screen like it’s mocking me. The silence between us feels heavier than it should. *** I don’t sleep much. Neither does she. We lie there in the dark, bodies close but not touching, until the first gray light creeps through the windows. My phone buzzes on the nightstand around seven. I grab it, expecting another message from Carter. Instead it’s a news alert from one of my PR g

Gloss POV The silence between Dream and me had grown different lately. It wasn’t tense anymore. It wasn’t that sharp-edged quiet filled with judgment or indifference. It was soft, like the air right before dawn, when the world feels safe for a heartbeat. The kind of silence that made me forget who I was supposed to be, his employee, his assistant, his mission-driven shadow, and remember only that I was someone he looked at now and didn’t immediately turn away from.

Neither of us spoke. The silence between us said more than words ever could.

God, I missed that sound. We sit, and for a moment, neither of us knows what to do. The menus are already on the table, but neither of us reaches for them. The silence isn’t uncomfortable exactly, just… full. She tucks a strand of hair behind her ear. “This place hasn’t changed at all.” “No,” I say. “It hasn’t.” I clear my throat. “I’m glad you came.” “Me too,” she says, and her voice is honest enough that it hits me harder than it should.

Loving Alex had broken that lesson, and now the break hurt worse than isolation ever had. Around two in the morning, Elias sent another message to both phones. A collage of old photos mixed with new ones — Alex and Marcus at the café, blurred images of their recent arguments visible through windows, and a final shot of the empty master bed. The text read: **Silence is the loudest betrayal. The board has scheduled your performance review. Enjoy the quiet while it lasts.** Alex read it in the guest room, fresh pain lancing through him. He wanted to go to Rowan, to hold him through this latest blow. Instead he stayed put, the silence a wall he could not yet climb.