The Silence In Her Eyes Novels & Stories

Her gentleness, her quiet resilience, that's what he fell for without realizing it. But as he looked into her clear, detached eyes, he could not bring himself to say a word. Because it was clear. She no longer cared about love or heartbreak.

"If my mom hadn't forced me, I wouldn't have touched her! "You know why we married so fast? Because she wouldn't even let me touch her! "I was just curious—she gets aphasia when she's emotional, right? So what about in bed? Can she even make a sound? Hahaha." Boom— The thunder hit like it was aimed at me. Like something inside me just ripped apart. I wanted to vanish. To curl up somewhere no one could see me. But where? It was all rain. All thunder. All his voice, laughing.

It wasn't her soft feminine charm that seduced me instantly. Sure, I was bewildered by her at first sight. I experienced a rare phenomenon in my system as my eyes found her in that crowd. She was smiling, and that smile was by far the most genuine thing I had witnessed in this world. Nothing was as pure as that fucking one smile. Even tonight, although she was laughing at my obliviousness, that was the most fucking authentic thing in this manufactured world. And I wanted it badly. All her unblemished things are for me only. Her smile, her music, her chaos, and now especially her silence.

She mused, her one eyebrow dangerously standing in a metered height. The air grew thick with dread. My instincts told me to tread carefully, to give nothing away. But as always in the dark, truths emerge that were better left buried in silence. "So, I'm indeed right." As if confirming the answer for herself while we was drowning in my silence, she nodded a couple of times, and for a second I saw her twisted grins turned into ones that are full of nothing but pain. Her eyes glistened with unshed tears as if it was a hidden resentment and betrayal surfaced just now.

He didn’t move, but his whole posture screamed: Not today. Still, I pressed forward. “Please. Just give me a minute.” Finally, she lifted her eyes. Not to me. To George. “It’s fine,” she said. Relief flooded me—until she turned her gaze on me. And that’s when I felt the true weight of silence. Because her eyes were empty. Cold. Not furious. Not broken. Just… closed. “You don’t get to need anything from me, J.J.,” she said, calm as a blade.

I frowned. "That game has two choices, it's either you will choose to participate in this game and silence will eat your mind as your brain strated to create another story of your life. Or you will choose the KISS The K means Know everything about the game. The I means Ignore everything that surrounds your life. The first S means Study everything about the game. The second S means Seal everything on your mind. Know, Ignore, Study, Seal, once you choose it, there is a chance you learn about the game. And obviously, you chose the silence. And we're glad that our game works out. " She said smiling so I nodded. "But why I can't I remember anything? I don't remember anything my brain did. Why?" I

She stopped herself, then corrected, “any house that was too quiet scared me.” Ethan glanced down at her. “Why?” “Because silence meant someone was angry,” she said. “Or disappointed.” He absorbed that without interrupting. She continued, voice steady now. “I learned early how to behave so the silence wouldn’t come.” His jaw tightened slightly. “And with you?” he asked. She turned her head to look at him. “With you, silence feels like rest.” Something in his expression shifted, not dramatic, not visible to anyone else but she saw it. The way his shoulders eased. The way his breath slowed.

But with each passing day, these whispers became louder, more persistent, making it harder for her to ignore them. Jane's silent love for Mike was a ticking time bomb, a storm brewing beneath the calm surface. Each laugh, each conversation, and each shared moment added to the intensity of her feelings, pushing her closer to the edge. As she stood on the brink of this emotional turmoil, Jane was about to embark on an extraordinary journey - a journey of love, of unspoken confessions, and of silent whispers of longing. Her story was just beginning. This was her story - the story of a girl who loved her best friend in silence, the story of silent whispers of love.

Lyra stood there, unmoving, her heart breaking quietly in her chest. She cursed silently.

Her voice shook as she looked at Shiloh. "Shiloh, please don't be mad at me. I never meant for Zach to die." Before, Shiloh would've broken down. She would've screamed through tears, demanding to know why Manuel kept protecting the woman who got their son killed. Now, she said nothing. She lay there with her eyes closed, like she was asleep. Her face was pale. She looked painfully thin. From the doorway, she seemed painfully fragile. A dull ache settled in Manuel's chest.