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A small, strained sigh escaped her lips as she tentatively opened the book. The first words that caught her eye made her breath hitch, and she could feel tears pricking at the corner of her eyes. 'I still get butterflies even though I've seen you a hundred times.' Sophia could feel her heartbeat slow down as she read through the pages, each word reminding her of a beautiful past she had ruined with her own hands. Every morning, Luke would send her those cute texts, bringing a smile to her face as she read them and she made sure to write down each one he sent.

Sign up Log in BackInfoAdd to libraryInfo Navigated to -Chapter 20- | The White Wolf | Quotev Something was wrong. My bed seemed different. Warmth encircled me and the welcoming scent of the ocean woke me from my slumber. I was in Justin's room. I looked over realizing we had both moved to the middle of the bed causing me to be a few inches away from him. Justin's hair was a mess sticking up every which way, though mine was probably worse.

She turned the first page and began to read, her voice warm and low, colored with memory. “Once, in a quiet corner of the world, there was a girl who loved in silence. She watched a boy for years, quietly hoping. She wrote his name in notebooks. She smiled when he passed. She believed in him when no one else did.” Daniel didn’t move. He only listened. One hand rested on Theodore’s back, feeling the small rhythm of his son’s breathing. Sophia turned another page. “The boy didn’t see her at first. He was lost — trapped in shadows, in silence, in a past that wouldn’t let go. But every day, she stayed. And every day, her love grew — not louder, but deeper.”

The soft rustling sound of the fabric brushing against the glass filled the silence. Samuel's heart skipped a beat. Just as he was about to give in to his confusion, his eyes caught something on the bedside table. It was a delicate box. Wasn't this the five-year anniversary gift Isabella had prepared for him? Samuel walked over in a daze, his mind racing. Only then did he notice that under the box was an envelope. As he saw the name written on the envelope, his heart gave a sudden, sharp jolt. An ominous premonition gripped him.

“I don’t want to lose you.” Sophia felt her heart skip a beat. The walls she had built around herself were crumbling, and she couldn’t stop it. She didn’t want to stop it. She closed the distance between them, her lips brushing against his in a soft, hesitant kiss. It was a kiss filled with uncertainty, with fear, but also with hope. Hope that maybe, just maybe, they could find something good in the midst of all the chaos. But just as the kiss deepened, a loud crash echoed through the woods, shattering the moment.

Arms like birch twigs in a billowing cotton t-shirt. An unmistakable sense of unknown others, yet to be seen, standing near. Fixed behind their flesh-bound book, they lingered, trapped. Their eyes staring. Their lips moving as their voices collided, their words lost. The how-what-why of their unfinished stories unheard. “Their whispers write their pages,” came the voice from the front door. “As will yours.”

I looked at my love with new eyes. Her small hand rested over my heart, her breaths fanned over my chest as she moved around in her sleep. Her voice was soft, nothing more than a whisper. I struggled to hear her, so I moved her head to the crook of my neck. She whimpered and curled against my body. Her whispers stopped, so I closed my eyes, drifting to sleep. Then I heard her say my name, followed by the three words that made her and Claire’s place at the center of my world a permanent measure.

Her heart ached in ways words could not describe. She pressed her hand to her chest, feeling the rhythm of her pulse. The world had moved on. She had moved on. But her heart… her heart refused to. PART 2 WHEN SILENCE SPEAKS LOUDER THAN WORDS The library smelled of old paper and polished wood, a quiet refuge from the city outside. Maya traced her fingers along the spines of books, pretending she was lost in research, but she knew exactly who had entered moments ago. Ethan.

He whispered, his voice is filled with pain and fear. I opened my eyes and we deeply gazed into each other eyes with so much. I clasped his face and moved his head down. I placed a gentle kiss on his forehead, promising him with this kiss that I'll always be with him and never leave him. "As long as I have a heart in my chest, it will only beat for you," I whispered against his forehead.