The Silence Between Us Novels & Stories

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

she smiled genuinely making me heart warm up to her. I mastered up a small smile and went inside, I felt my anxiety pipe up and I nodded at them in acknowledgment. One good thing about my family is that they all are comfortable with my silence. Apart from my parents no one knows that I can speak again and no one ever forced me to either. It's better this way. Not having to explain anything to anyone. Staying in my own mind, even though it can be harmful sometimes I don't care. "I'm literally stinking and exhausted right now" I wanted to groan but smiled at what Malaika was saying. She was a nice girl with an even beautiful accent. Her Urdu is to die for, god. That's my new inspiration right

The drop of year was so visible on the screen. The call ended leaving a Jenna completely silent ghost silent. Stacy had told her that her parents were having issues but she didn't think it was that extreme. "What was that?" Tania was shook. Jenna had completely forgotten that Tania was behind her all along. She twisted her head around observing how Tania's jaw was practically on the floor. "She just has some family issues." Jenna shrugged as they both go back to being silent for a bit. "So... she made a good point don't you think. You just need to be yourself." Tania broke the silence.

i again asked him. But he didn't replied and kept his mouth shut and at that time i knew the answer. His silence is the answers of my question. My eyes welled up with tears. I took a deep breath and stopped myself from crying infront of him. "I think i should rest" i spoke while covering myself with the blanket. "Ananya..." he tried to speak but i interrupted him "Can you please close the door while going out" He sighed and walked out of the room while closing the door.

"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.

Thinking. He looked up when she came over. His face gave nothing away. “Hey.” She said quietly. “Hey” his tone was flat—controlled—didn’t sound like warmth. She sat down, across from him. The silence stretched out, long enough for the hiss of the espresso machine to fill the space between them. She could hear her pulse, hammering against her ribs. Felicity opened her mouth, but no words came. It was as if they had gotten stuck in her throat. “I don’t even know where to start?”

Random videos. Eventually, it felt like we'd been besties forever. Then came our first call—and bam. System error. He was a guy. *** "S-Sorry," I whispered, clutching my phone. "I... didn't mean to bother you..." "You didn't," he said. "It's 9 p.m. here." His speech was so smooth now. And that was only our second call. Ever since I found out he wasn't a girl, I'd kept my distance—hadn't texted or talked to him for almost a month.

heavy and dangerous. Impossible to hide. The silence stretches between us again, thick, charged, and suffocating. And somehow… I know, whatever happens next… Nothing between us will ever be the same again.

There was no emerald gown to act as armor tonight, and no witty, razor-sharp dialogue designed to keep a client at bay. She slid directly into Jillian’s space, her bare knees brushing against Jillian’s thighs. She reached up, her palms entirely flat and warm as they pressed against the bare skin of Jillian’s chest. Beneath her fingers, Jillian's heart beat with a slow, heavy, and completely honest rhythm. "You're overanalyzing the silence again," Clara whispered, her voice a low, melodic murmur that barely carried in the quiet room.

There she is and that tiny bit of humor. And God, I needed to hear it. “I’ll see you soon,” I say quietly. “Okay.” Neither of us hangs up immediately. And suddenly I become very aware of the silence between us again. Like there’s something growing there neither of us has named yet. Something bigger than attraction. Bigger than chemistry. Something that feels dangerous in an entirely different way. Finally, I exhale softly. “I’m glad you’re okay." “So am I.” We hang up. And for a second I just stand there staring at my phone.