The Silence In Her Eyes Novels & Stories

blank? I waited, expecting some kind of response, but she remained perfectly still, her gaze unwavering, her lips closed in a faint, emotionless line. She didn’t even flinch. Her silence was maddening. It felt like a slap in the face, an insult to everything I was trying to get across. The more I stared at her, the more my anger bubbled beneath the surface. How dare she stand there as if my words meant nothing? How dare she treat me with such indifference when I was doing nothing but trying to make sense of what was happening?

And looked at me one last time with those eyes — our eyes, the same shape, the same color, the same face that looked back at me from every mirror — carrying something in them that I had never seen directed at another person in my life. "Watch your back, Ira." Her voice dropped to just above a whisper. "You never know when death is approaching." She walked out. The door closed behind her. Soft. Quiet. The specific quiet of someone who wasn't afraid of being heard. I sat in the dark with both hands pressed to my throat and my heart slamming so hard I could feel it in my jaw and the sweat already cold on my skin and the silence of the house pressing in from every direction. She hadn't raised he

A soft rustle of fabric cut through the quiet of the room. I kept my eyes fixed on the glass window, watching the reflection of the room. I saw Noelle slide onto the opposite end of the couch. She was wearing a long, dark silk robe, her hair pulled back into a messy bun. She didn't turn on any of the lamps; she just let herself merge into the blue shadows of the dark room. Did he call her here? I cleared the thoughts off my head. We sat like that for several minutes, the silence between us heavy but comfortable, a stark contrast to the sharp, violent quiet I shared with Leander.

"In it. Alone." She looked at him. At the water on his face. At the way his shirt stuck to his shoulders. At his eyes, watching her with that intensity she'd come to recognize. "We're not alone," she said quietly. "No." He met her eyes. "We're not." The rain hammered the ground. Thunder rumbled again, closer this time. The world narrowed to this doorway, this moment, these two people. Neither spoke. The silence wasn't empty. It was full. Full of everything they hadn't said. Full of all the moments that had led here.

Her voice came out small. “What is going on here…?” Silence. Then her eyes shifted again. “What is this?”

No excuse good enough. I opened my mouth, then closed it again and then I looked down. And for the first time since entering the studio, I couldn’t meet her eyes. I didn’t answer. I couldn’t. I didn’t know if she'd believe anything I had to say. The silence answered for me. When I looked up again, she was already nodding slowly. Not angrily, not dramatically but quietly. She stood from her chair, and my chest tightened immediately. “Elyra—”

Slowly, Veronica stopped typing. She rested her gold-tipped fingers flat on the desk. She tilted her head back, her dark eyes locking onto mine. But there was no wicked smirk this time. No low, gravelly vibration of a tease. Her expression was a void. Her eyes were two frozen pools of absolute black ice, staring right through me as if I were nothing more than a glass partition. The silence she projected was deafening. It was a vacuum that sucked the air straight out of my lungs.

This is bad, I sigh inwardly as I feel myself tighten. “Did we die?” She returns to her seat, her eyes still closed and I chuckle. “You’re not getting away from me that easy missy.” I say, smiling as I ruffle her hair and the silence returns. From the first time we met, silence seems to be her comfort. Maybe getting involved was the best decision I’ve made in my life after all. Smiling to myself I take her hand again and we drive in the warmth of the stillness that envelopes us, before we reach our destination.

or Fiancé or Wife? “Is everything okay?” Her soft calming voice snapped me back to reality and found myself looking at her where she’s also into my eyes. I felt my stomach drop at the emotion in her eyes. I can see through the window of her eyes that she’s worried about me but why? Why should she? “Yup.” I immediately replied in my almost cracking voice like I haven’t spoken for about a century. ***

Emma answered while taking a short pause looking at her friend's reflection in the mirror. “It’s June, not Jae,” Ivy corrected her. ‘Oh yeah, sorry…” Emma said and took her mirror on her bag. “June…I see,” Mae whispered to herself. Mae looks at the bed as if she learned something very important. Ivy immediately notices the silence of Mae so she thinks something is going on. “What’s up with him?” she asks Mae that makes the girl blush. “Ah? Ah, n-no! Nothing,” Mae immediately defended herself as looked the other way as if she was hiding something.