Unspoken Reason Novels & Stories

Colin uttered two words with thin lips, "Give reasons." Eranthe found it amusing, "Reasons? Reasons for wanting to get married? I don't have the courage to spend my life alone. That's my reason. I'm not asking you to stop contacting any woman, nor do I intend to be your long-term mistress. You're affecting my emotions and life right now, even interfering with my work!"

he utter in balance tone of voice. Am I trying to hide our marriage? Maybe... maybe one of the reason why I don't want a wedding is because I want to hide our marriage. He's right, I don't want anyone to figure it out because I hate the fact that I'm already married to someone. I look away and to conceal the guilt on my eyes. Come to think of it, I don't exactly know the reason why Vicenzo wanted to marry me. I am certain that it's not because he loves me or he likes me, that's too impossible for two person that was just met once. I know that he has a valid reason and my father used that reason for him to get something from Vicenzo.

He kept everything tightly wound up inside, as if whatever lay beneath that calm exterior was securely locked away. But rather than feeling disheartened, I felt a surge of curiosity. If the universe had conspired to push us together—through playful puppies, shared family ties, and memories tinged with peanut butter—there must be a purpose behind it all. And maybe… I was ready to uncover what that reason was. He didn’t offer more after that. No follow-up. No questions. Just silence and that careful, self-contained posture he always seemed to fall back into—like someone retreating into a familiar room and quietly locking the door behind him.

“Explain yourself because I don’t understand!” “He is my son, you don’t have to do this, I don’t even know why we got married.” Rebecca declared frustrated. It was right, no matter how much she had though in the reason why she ended up marrying her roommate, there was no explications to the challenge she had accepted that day outside the hospital. The same question had been bothering Daniel when he also thought in the reason that made him propose her in such a way. The difference? He had an answer, the answer Rebecca was never going to have at least, not for a while.

Becoming noticeable because all structures that once obscured it had softened. The awareness spoke gently. “When existence no longer requires reason, reason becomes visible as structure rather than necessity.” Silence. Emma felt that shift immediately. Reason had not vanished. It had been decontextualized. No longer required to sustain existence. Only visible as one possible arrangement within it. Ethan whispered. “…So logic isn’t gone.” Emma shook her head. “No.” A pause. “It’s optional now.” Silence expanded again. The three “I”s remained unchanged.

She calmed down a little as I got away from her. “Why didn’t you speak up at the wedding?” She asked sorrowfully. “None of you would be in this situation if you had opened this mouth before.” She snarled, outraged at me. “My mind was not functioning at that time. I.. I didn’t know how it happened…” I stammered, turning my head away, expressing my only regret. “You are such a coward, Adrian. You could have been in Lawrence’s place if you confessed earlier.” She hissed.

I pointed out, but felt him sitting beside me. “Yes! But there could be many reasons than the one we are thinking. Your Mom must have lost control of the wheel and you are helping her or something wrong with your Mom. Or anything else but not just you being the reason for this accident.” He explained and I closed my eyes, hearing his words before opening them, realizing he is right. “You are right!” I said and glanced at him to see him nodding with satisfaction. “But this must be somewhat a deliberate act of sending the pictures which would hide Mom completely.” I added and he nodded again with a frown.

"Never mind, why are you hesitant to speak now when you didn't think before doing so?" Today, I did not know why, after so many days, he was behaving normally with me. But I couldn't stop thinking about the things that made me angry and sad for a long time. Shilpi's call flashed on his phone before he could respond to my words. He was most likely hesitant about picking up his phone in front of me. As a result, he kept discontinuing the call.

Mimi said. “Okay, sweetheart, here’s the situation. You’re here for two reasons. One, hospitals mean cops and I’m pretty allergic to them. Two, the fact that the guys who attacked you are currently…indisposed at this time and for the foreseeable future would mean more cops – which leads back to my allergies. So, here’s the better option for everyone,” he explained, ending with a hand gesture towards Mimi. I laughed and looked at her. She didn’t laugh with me. In fact, he was no longer smiling. Wait, he was being serious? And what the hell does indisposed mean?

he said, my brows raised and my eyes widened. “Well that sums how you know the town so well like the back of your hand.” I told him, he nodded. “Yup.” popping the letter 'p'. “If it's okay to ask, why did you move here?” I queried him, he shook his and cleared his throat before answering. “Just because.” he replied shortly, I just nodded. Maybe he doesn't want to talk about it, huh? What could the reason be? The waiter arrived with the food that we ordered, he served it infront of us before leaving.