When Love Goes Silent Novels & Stories

The effort nearly destroyed him. The void noticed that too. “You suffer when she’s scared.” Silas didn’t answer. The darkness tilted slightly. “Why?” Silence. Then Silas finally spoke quietly. “Because I love her.” The void went completely still. The entire underground city froze with it. Then came one devastating question. “What is love?”

"But Mark, my illness is cured now. I know I was wrong. Can we start over? I mistook my feelings for Alex as love. I'm sorry. I shouldn't have ignored everything you did for me all those years. Please come back to me…" I shook my head. "Carolyn, life doesn't give us second chances. What's gone is gone. The love between us can't be made whole again." At that moment, Beth stepped forward and gently held my hand. Seeing that, Carolyn finally lowered her head in defeat. Silent tears slipped down her cheeks. The pain she had been holding back finally erupted. Tears poured out like a broken string of beads, and her sobbing echoed through the quiet night. Not wanting her to ruin Beth's mood, I quic

I used to be a renowned reporter at the height of my career, but I gave it up to become a stay-at-home dad so I could support my wife, Sarah, in her rising career as a news anchor. Things went downhill fast after our daughter was born. Sarah constantly forgot to pick up formula and neglected our baby, and I kept finding evidence of her ongoing affair with her colleague, Mark. When I went back to the station to apply for my old job, Mark went out of his way to humiliate me. Even when our daughter ended up in the emergency room, Mark did everything he could to make things difficult for us. That was the last straw, and I decided to strike back. During a live broadcast, I exposed their affair

Nobody said a word. Rhea held the phone against her chest now, like a hymn book. Her friends stood on either side of her with their eyes bright and their mouths pressed flat. A boy by the speaker coughed into his fist. Someone near the back said, "Oh my God," very quietly, and someone else said, "Shh." "Hi, Jenna," Rhea said. "Hi." "We were just looking at something." "I know." "Do you want to see?" She said it so gently. She tilted the screen toward me, and I did not look. I did not need to. I could hear it from where I stood, thin and tinny, going round and round. Someone like me would never date someone like her.

“Oh no… I think I forgot to tell him something. But he already said that falling in love was not an option, so I guess that’s the same thing with what I was thinking earlier? I mean, not falling in love means that feelings should and will never get involved because he deemed it so? I think it’s the same thing with a different name for it, yes. So I guess that’s settled now, I just need to do one last thing, I should really get out of here.” Annika thought to herself as she felt like people were still watching her and could hear her every single thought.

I really love you, Abby exclaims. Debbie felt the sincerity of that voice and it must be Abby. How she wish that is it her. ‘Look Alexis, I don’t know you and I’m so sorry. I’m in love with someone now.’ Debbie excuse herself for a moment. She cries and walks out the garden. Abby follows her and whispers again. ‘Why you’re crying? You’re not alone. I’m here for you and embrace Debbie. Come on, sweet, can we have dinner now? ‘

The memory of when I poured water on Tydo’s head accidentally came to my mind for some reason. “Yes, he was a gentleman, I loved him so, so, much and he loved me back, the world was ours, I fell pregnant and he loved his daughter, April, she was his world, his only world,” she placed the used cigarette on the ash tray, while her hands trembled terribly. “But there was one thing between us, his wife, we were never to come out in public. He asked me to hide our daughter, I loved him, so I did, “

Revilla lowered her gaze, unable to find the words to admit her feelings aloud. Alex gently cupped her chin, lifting her face toward his, and pressed a soft kiss on her lips. A deep blush spread across her cheeks, making her heart race. When had his childish charm transformed into this assertive confidence? The change in him stirred something inside her, filling her with butterflies. "I love you. That won’t change..." "But I..." she stammered, trying to express the weight of her sorrow. Yet, she had no idea that he already understood everything. He gently placed his finger on her lips and whispered, "Don’t think about anything... Just think about yourself... Think about me... Think about us.

“It’s okay. I’m going to be okay. You can let go.” There is a silent understanding, one so damn familiar that though it feels as if I imagined it all, I know he clung on long enough to make sure I knew he loved me. He didn’t stay for the answers. He stayed for me, and because I know his love, feel it even in his silence, I let him go.

I lied, I just needed you to go. Sometimes silence feels like a terrorist attack. Bombs had gone off in Helen's head, police sirens had started screaming, and imploding buildings had toppled as she’d been sitting next to him in silence. And all of a sudden, there had been nothing left to say. For her to go. That had been what he’d always needed: for her to leave, because he just couldn't: couldn’t love her, even though he did. Sometimes love is not enough. Hers for him had never been. It wouldn’t ever improve anything for him. Realizing it that night, she had felt faith fade.