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I just acted like he was invisible then I finished my sentence calmly before turning to him. “This meeting is private,” I said evenly. “I know,” he replied hoarsely. “That is why I am here.” Everyone in the hall turned to us. “This is not appropriate at all,” one of the executives muttered, “five minutes,” he said without looking away from me. “If I am wrong, I promise to walk out and never bother you again.” Silence pressed down on my chest, I closed my eyes briefly then nodded. “Just five minutes.” Everyone that was in the room cleared reluctantly, when the doors closed behind the last person, Ethan finally looked like a human, this time not powerful, not untouchable as he had always been

"It feels too quiet. I keep waiting for another message, another alarm or another problem to happen." "Quiet is something we worked hard for, " Silas said softly, kissing her neck gently, his breath warm on her skin. "Quiet means there are no people controlling us from behind." He walked over to the black desk, picked up a thick book that came earlier that day and started flipping through the pages. The cover was blank. The first page had a special name on it. "Speaking of our accomplishments " Silas said, smiling slowly as he looked at the pages. "The numbers are in your book.

Each pulse thudded clear, each inhale sharp with what we’d lived through, holding us tight like an old thread pulled taut. A slight shake ran through her fingers when they grazed the glass of bubbly water, giving away how hard she was trying to stay calm. The urge to stretch my arm across the table, pin hers down, ask what really happened - it pressed close, heavy - yet I stayed still, let silence build like heat before a storm, sharp on both sides.Only then did her head tilt forward, barely noticeable. Silence filled the space between us instead of speech. A single gesture carried everything - that running wouldn’t help anymore, that time had caught up, that old truths and new ones were abo

Just— aware. “Stay close,” he says. “I am.” But something shifts. Not outside. Between us. Subtle. Unspoken. Heavy. The silence creeps in. Not peaceful. Not calm. Tense. Like something waiting to break. “You’re quiet,” I say. “So are you.” “That’s different.” “How?” “I’m thinking.” “So am I.” Silence again. Thicker this time. Because we’re not saying what we’re actually thinking. Because if we do—

Auracio Silence is the ultimate weapon. Not the silence of emptiness, but of fullness. A charged silence, taut like a bowstring, whistling in the ear the imminence of the arrow. It is this silence that reigns in this house, in this room, in the twenty-centimeter space between our two motionless bodies. It is not a ceasefire. It is the preparation for a war of a new kind. I know her. That is my first thought, my only certainty in this chaos. I know her better than anyone, better perhaps than I know myself. And that is why this icy serenity frightens me more than a cry of rage.

“ Evil, like a darkness lurking deep within my soul. It takes over piece by piece until it consumes you entirely, leaving nothing but darkness. It turns you into someone you don’t want to be. Your thoughts and actions are no longer your own.” I watched him closely as he explained, hearing the fear in his voice. I felt a pang of sympathy. He seemed in so much pain. Without realizing it, I placed my hand over his, giving it a slight squeeze. He looked up, startled. I quickly pulled my hand away, but he reached out, taking it back and staring deep into my eyes. It seemed he wanted to say something but decided against it and looked away. “ Sorry,” he said, releasing my hand and sulking back into

I resist the urge to put my hand over his, let him know he is wanted, but he's wanted by a broken thing incapable of loving or being loved by him. I don't say anything and look away, letting it fall silent except for the sounds of nature around us, and immediately regret it. The silence between us isn't awkward by any means, but it's heavy. Heavy with all the things I know he wants to say, then my own silent pleas for him to not acknowledge this thing between us right now, then everything I would say to him if I wasn't so fucked up. I let it happen for a few minutes, and then, finally, I stand

"Look. I'm sorry. I'm just really...upset. Okay. I admit it, I am upset." "It's okay. I was being stupid. If you didn't want to talk about something, I should have understood. I'm sorry too." I smiled at him. No matter how infuriating Brian might be, he was understanding and liked that about him. "It's not your fault." I assured him. We had reached quite far away from our group. They were still visible to us. And they hadn't stopped what they were doing before. A comfortable silence settled between us. I looked at the sand below, imagining shapes in it that weren't there.