“The Silence Between Waves”
They sat side by side, but not together. The ocean stretched endlessly in front of them, gray and restless, like it knew something they didn’t say out loud. The wind carried the sound of waves crashing, filling the space where their words used to be. He pulled his knees closer to his chest, staring straight ahead. She wrapped her arms around herself, her hair moving softly with the breeze. They used to talk about everything—dreams, fears, even the smallest, most random things. But tonight, silence felt heavier than any argument. “I thought… we’d last longer,” she finally whispered, her voice almost lost in the wind. He didn’t look at her. “Me too.” That was the truth. No anger. No blame. Just something that slowly faded, like footprints being erased by the tide. A wave rushed forward, then pulled back again—like it was trying to hold on but couldn’t. “I don’t hate you,” she added quietly. “I know,” he said. “I don’t hate you either.” And somehow, that made it hurt more. They stayed the
About “The Silence Between Waves”
They sat side by side, but not together. The ocean stretched endlessly in front of them, gray and restless, like it knew something they didn’t say out loud. The wind carried the sound of waves crashing, filling the space where their words used to be. He pulled his knees closer to his chest, staring straight ahead. She wrapped her arms around her...Read more