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*Chapter 20: Missing Her Voice* The silence in the house was wrong. Hector stood in the doorway of the guest room and felt it crawl up his spine. The bed wasn’t just empty. It was untouched. Corners sharp. Pillow centered. Blanket smoothed like it had never been slept in at all. A cold weight settled in his stomach. “Beatrice?” The word scraped out of him. He tried again, louder. “Beatrice!” Nothing. Only the faint hum of the fridge from the kitchen.

Then he followed Jenna out, leaving me and Damon in a silence thick enough to slice with a kitchen knife. I didn’t know what to say. Maybe it was because I couldn’t stop thinking about the way he’d looked last night, the way his jaw tightened with anger, his eyes wild as he fought that man. Or maybe it was because, for once, I didn’t hate him. And maybe that was the problem. Finally, I cleared my throat. “Thank you,” I said, my voice barely above a whisper. For a second, I thought he didn’t hear me. He didn’t move, didn’t speak. Just kept looking at me like he was trying to figure me out.

Not breaking down, just restless. “You’re thinking again,” he said, voice gentle. Selena let out a breath she hadn’t realized she’d been holding. “Did I ever stop?” He smiled, soft and crooked. “Didn’t think so.” The quiet between them wasn’t awkward. It was comfortable, something they’d earned. The type of silence where nothing needs fixing. Selena wandered deeper inside, fingers trailing along a chair. She felt divided—part of her belonged here, but the rest didn’t quite fit anymore. Change does that.

Occasionally, his hands would brushed against mine and neither of us spoke about it, each time our fingers touched, I felt the electricity pass on though. “You’ve been so quiet today,” he said eventually. “I’m just thinking,” I admitted. “And what are you thinking about?” I hesitated, chewing on my bottom lip. “About… us.” The word hung in the hair. He tensed beside me, his shoulders squaring as if preparing for a blow. “And?” he asked carefully. I glanced up at him, the sunlight catching in his hair, softening his features. “I don’t want us to be defined by silence, I don’t want silence to fill the space between us.”

There is only him and me, and the reduced, burning space that separates us. I sit up. The movement is slow, a rising of the earth. I kneel on the sofa, facing him. Our faces are now at the same height. The air between us becomes thick, charged with ozone, like before a storm. I raise a hand, place my fingers on his lips. I feel their warmth, their slightly chapped texture, the warm breath that passes between them. "Speak to me," I murmur. "Not with words. Show me the silence you want to break."

And suddenly I realise something. --- Realisation Xavier likes hearing me laugh. --- Dangerous Knowledge Very dangerous. --- The City Below For a while, we simply stand together. No pressure to fill the silence. No expectations. Just presence. --- Comfort I've never understood how comforting silence could be until him. --- My Thoughts Because silence with the wrong person feels lonely. Silence with Xavier feels safe. --- Xavier Speaks Suddenly "Do you regret it?" --- My Heart Pauses The question catches me off guard. ---

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.

They were stunned for a long time before they hastily restrained Dad in a flurry. Mom walked right up to Dad and slapped him hard. Her voice was as cold as ice and sounded sharper than it had ever been. "Grayson, I want to terminate my mate bond with you. Ray is gone, and I can now leave with no further regrets." Dad was stunned. He looked at Mom in a daze. He suddenly felt that she seemed very unfamiliar to him, and a flicker of fear rose up in his heart. Mom didn't want him anymore, and it appeared that I really was dead.

The silence between us is palpable, yet it's not empty; it's filled with understanding, love, and a deep connection that transcends words. In this moment, we were not just seeing each other; we were seeing into each other's souls. The gaze is intense, yet gentle, speaking volumes without a single word being spoken. It's as if our hearts were beating in perfect sync, communicating in a language that only the two of us understand. The silence was a shield, protecting the intimacy of the moment, and a bridge, connecting our hearts on a deeper level. I felt seen, heard, and understood in a way that words often can't convey.

Peaceful silence enveloped us. "Hey, Scar?" She whispered after a while. "Yes, Megan?" I smiled. "We'll always be sisters right? We'll always have each other's backs?" Her voice was fading, like she was drifting off to sleep. "Yes we will. Always." I whispered as my eyes closed. The world finally faded into blackness.