Novel & Cerita Touch The Sound Of Silence

“I sang while cooking. While walking. While hiding from collapsing stars.” Her voice lowered further. “Eventually he started humming back.” Something inside my chest hurt beautifully. Because healing often begins exactly there. Tiny answers to kindness repeated long enough. Seraphine stared toward the horizon thoughtfully. “The Silence despised music.” I frowned slightly. “Why?” “Because songs prove someone was heard.” The Quiet Stars brightened instantly overhead. Silver-gold lanterns drifting warmly across the sky. Seraphine smiled sadly at them. “The Silence could survive grief. Even fear.”

There would always be a small floor lamp left on in a corner by the couch. Even when no one was talking, there would be the soft rustle of pages turning or the faint patter of water droplets while Silas watered the plants. Those tiny, ordinary sounds Teresa had never bothered to notice were like invisible soundproofing, stuffing themselves into every crack of this 3,000-square-foot space. Now, all of those sounds were gone. Only a dead, suffocating silence remained. That silence felt like an invisible beast, opening its jaws and closing in on her from every direction. She could even hear her own breathing coming back to her with the barest hint of an echo in the emptiness.

POV: Elena I used to think the most powerful sound in the world was the roar of a jet engine or the thunderous crack of Silas’s Alpha fire. I was wrong. The most powerful sound in the world is the silence of a boardroom after the monsters have all been cleared out.

He put it to the highest volume so that he won’t hear any noise aside from his music. Meanwhile, a loud noise can be heard in a nearby house. The breaking sound of the glass that comes off the table rang out in the whole house. There, a guy came out of the house while hanging his empty bag on his shoulder. He has this blank and emotionless face while walking out of the house. He looked at his own Harry Winston wrist watch that was a gift to him by his father.

*Silence* . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .

Braylon murmured, his voice trembling as his body quivered under Eryx’s attention. "Sorry, I can’t control myself anymore," Eryx murmured, his lips trailing down Braylon’s back, nibbling softly. The sound of his kisses filled the room, and Braylon’s body instinctively responded to every touch. Eryx’s hands continued to caress Braylon’s waist, his touch both firm and tender.

~REIF~ The problem with quiet is that it gives your head room to talk. I’d learned that the hard way. The compound woke up early whether you wanted it to or not. Engines coughing to life. Boots on gravel. Someone yelling about coffee being gone already like it was a personal betrayal. Normal sounds. Good sounds. The kind people thought meant safety. They didn’t hear what I heard underneath. The absence. I wrapped my hands slowly, pulling the cloth tight around my knuckles until my fingers tingled. Not enough to cut off circulation, just enough to feel something. Control. Pressure. A reminder that my hands were still mine.

Just silence. And somehow, that silence said everything.

“I had fun.” I nodded and smiled at him. He turned onto his side, placing his hand on my hip and gently moving me to face him. The room went quiet except for the sound of our breathing. His fingers brushed across my lower back, then moved down over me in a way that made my breath catch. I closed my eyes as a soft sound escaped my lips. His touch trailed back up, slipping beneath my shirt and gliding over my skin. Everywhere his fingers went, my body grew warmer. Neither of us spoke. The silence between us felt heavy, filled with something I could not quite name.