Novel & Cerita What You Do Speaks So Loudly

Now I think I might be someone who matters. Thank you for making silence feel like something sacred. I’m learning to speak again. Someday, I hope I get to tell you in person. I didn’t cry. But I wrote her back. Not a speech. Not advice. Just one sentence. You already told me. I heard you the moment you walked in.

The god is turning our home into a minefield of revealed, minor betrayals. We are being picked apart by silence. We can’t fight it. You can’t punch a vacuum. But we can fill it. The idea comes to me in the night, a desperate spark. Its power is the silence itself. The unspoken thing. So we speak. We rob it. We declare a Day of Speaking. A voluntary confession. Not of the big thing. Never the big thing. But of every small, harmless, stupid secret we have. It starts at dawn. I stand in the center of the garden, my heart hammering against my ribs. The minor gods are gathered, curious. The Unspoken watches from its usual corner.

A woman's voice speaks again, and the door opens. Not edited

instantly, she lifted her gaze, and I smirked. “See, I hate it when people come between my plans, I hate it when people dip their smelly self in my way, and you guys have been doing that lately, “My candid advice is that you start speaking now if you don't want to end up being the scapegoat to others,” I clasped my hands together to demonstrate urgency, “so, go ahead… speak up!”

The music barely allows us to hear each other because we're so close, but if we weren't, I wouldn't be able to hear the sigh of protest she makes when I share my regretful thoughts. "That's called asserting yourself, Audrey," she clarifies what she's been telling me for days. "Who cares about the job, boss Anthony, Daniel, and his damn family? What matters here is just you," she manages to speak loudly enough for me to hear above all the noise. I sigh; anyway, I heard everything she said clearly. "I don't know why you brought me to this place; we can't talk properly here!" I shout. "Because I didn't bring you here to talk!"

“It is about more than a company. I am here to speak for the people who do not have a voice. I am here to speak for the wives who are treated like assets. I want to talk about what happens when silence is used as a weapon.” I looked at my notes. I did not need them. I knew what I wanted to say. I had been practicing this in my head for months. I had been practicing it while I hid in the library at Moore Crest. I had been practicing it while I ate cold food alone in the dark kitchen.

she began, “they said my voice was too loud. Too emotional. But what they called ‘too much’... was actually my power. Never dim your fire to make others comfortable. Don’t shrink yourself to fit silence. Instead, carve space for your sound.” Thunderous applause erupted, but Sophia’s eyes weren’t on the front rows. She saw her. A girl at the back. Slender. Still. Same uniform. But her gaze pierced through the crowd, intense, almost familiar. After the event, Sophia found a folded note in her hand. No name. Just five simple words:

Everyone on the table went silent, including Jamie. A/N: Hi everyone! Thank you so much for reading my book! I will be uploading chapters for "Speak To Me" on Tuesdays and Thursdays Hawaii Standard Time. I want to thank you for all your support and patience. I truly appreciate it. Hope everyone is okay, and safe. I also hope you enjoyed the chapter. Dont forget to check out my other book "Me & Mr.CEO." I hope you all will enjoy that one as well. Thank you again for reading and see you at the next chapter!

"Why do you remain silent? Was there anything I said incorrectly? Oh, you believe that you are the only one who can play with words? Well, I have a lot of reservations about every one of you, so please be respectful when speaking with me! I could only hear my voice now. After I finished speaking, the stillness quickly grew tolerable. "You still refuse to speak up? Oh, so what you dish out cannot be taken back? All of you are cowards! I cried out in the hopes of hearing back. At this point, I'll take anything, even if it involves a combative conversation. “Cowards! That is what you all are cow…ards!” “ I spell it out. it was beginning to sound like I was going crazy because all I was doing no

she smiled genuinely making me heart warm up to her. I mastered up a small smile and went inside, I felt my anxiety pipe up and I nodded at them in acknowledgment. One good thing about my family is that they all are comfortable with my silence. Apart from my parents no one knows that I can speak again and no one ever forced me to either. It's better this way. Not having to explain anything to anyone. Staying in my own mind, even though it can be harmful sometimes I don't care. "I'm literally stinking and exhausted right now" I wanted to groan but smiled at what Malaika was saying. She was a nice girl with an even beautiful accent. Her Urdu is to die for, god. That's my new inspiration right