The Silence Part 2 Novels & Stories

For a long time after that, no more words were spoken. None were needed. END OF PART TWO

He asked and as usual everyone laughed at his silly question "Silence" Mrs. Smith cautioned and silence once again took over but in my ear there were so much oozing, I took my earpiece dig it in my ear and start some music, I didn't hear anything until Mrs. Smith called on me and I quickly hide the earpiece. "Are you here?" She asked eyes narrowed at me in question. "Yes ma'am" I answered briskly. "What was the last thing I said?" She asked not believing me, knowing obviously she was thinking of what she said I stole the idea from her thoughts.

ALPHA LUCA I’ve learned there are two kinds of silence. The first is empty. It’s absence, ignorance, the kind you can excuse. The second is deliberate. It’s calculated. It’s deadly. I recognize the second the moment Gavin’s face appears on the secure video channel, shadows cutting sharp lines across his features, his golden eyes dulled with exhaustion and something worse… knowledge. After Gavin left, we tried our best to follow through with the data my uncle gave us, but our bodies wouldn’t let us. We had to go back to the house and rest even for just a little.

Jahaan se zamaane ko guzre zamaana hua Where the world passed Mera samay toh wahin pe hai thehra hua My time is still there Bataaun tumhe kya mere sath kya kya hua Tell me what happened to me Khamoshiyan ek saaz hai Tum dhun koi laao zaraa You tune someone Khamoshiyan alfaaz hain Kabhi aa gunguna le zara Silence is Alphas Sometimes come lukewarm Desperate to talk Let them say, please come Silences Your mine, silence Silences Draped, silenced Rivers water also flows silently here Lakh silences hidden in moonlight Where are the drops of rain There is a silent smoke in the burning hearts Silence is sky Come on you fly Feeling silent Do you feel Beqarar hain baat karne ko Kehne do inko zaraa.. h

Again… - STOP, please… The same scream this time loudly in the beginning and then started to fade away as she no longer had the strength to do it, then silence, too much of it. That was the most horrific silence I have been witnessed to. For me, that was the beginning of the end for the one who did this. It was Rita’s silence. Normal 0 false false false EN-US X-NONE X-NONE /* Style Definitions */ table.MsoNormalTable {mso-style-name:"Tabel Normal";

"You thought I was a fool?" She knew it was useless arguing him. "Why are you silent, couldn’t answer?"" "My silence means I am tired of fighting and there is nothing left to fight for, I am tired of explaining my feelings to you but now I don't have the energy to explain them, right now I am on a self healing process and I am trying to forget everything that I ever wanted from you, I have always adapted to the changes in my life and even now I'm going to adjust and I'm not complaining, I am just trying to move on gracefully with all my dignity, I will definitely return your money, sorry and thanks for everything.” with that she walked away tears clouding her vision, rubbing it with the back

How awful. I have recorded the way back, we passed block after block without saying anything at all. He no longer walks behind my back, our steps are synchronized, we go side by side, walking together. I think I heard him humming a song and it reminded me of some doubt. “Do you like silence?” I ask, ready to kill that doubt. I don't give him my gaze, but I feel myself carrying the heaviness of his. “I love silence.” “How can you love silence and listen to heavy metal?”

Cause we even sleep in one small bed back in the village with his shirtless all around but I found no sparks, maybe because I’m just trying to ignore him and convinced myself that It was just a part of me idolizing him as my best friend but the more it gets longer the heavier it gets for me to hold this feelings of mine towards this guy with the same name as mine. He ordered foods then we ate like a freaking mute for not uttering even a single word until we finished. And I tell you, it wasn’t that painful to hold yourself to not speak especially when you’re facing the man that you secretly like cause you tried to watch every words that comes out of your mouth and making sure that it is all g

a voice called, distant but familiar. I didn’t have the strength to respond. My eyes fluttered shut as the darkness took over. Finally, silence.

It was a rhythm that was soft, yet powerful, a reminder that even in the silence, there was music to be found. 🌸 Shall we keep winding into Part 65? Just five chapters ‘til seventy’s bloom. Perhaps someone begins collecting these sound snippets into a podcast of healing—or Yam and Franc consider creating a second studio space dedicated to silence and recovery. Say the word—I’m right here beside it.