Love Me Again

Chapter 3

"Most of us know how to say nothing, few of us know when"

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Silence

A period without any sound,complete quiet.

In that fleeting instant, we might not even register the silence, so accustomed are we to the cacophony of sounds and internal monologues that fill our lives. But in that quietude, we might discover a profound sense of discomfort, a realization that we're so conditioned to noise that we don't know how to embrace the stillness.

My personal reflection adds a deeper layer of meaning, as I acknowledge that my life has been marked by constant noise, both external and internal. And yet, in this moment, I find myself with nothing to say, or perhaps, unable to express the thoughts and emotions that swirl within me.

It's a strange and fascinating paradox, isn't it? We enter this world with a cacophony of sounds - the first cry, the first wail, the first gasp for air - announcing our arrival to the world. But when our time on this earth comes to an end, we depart in silence. No fanfare, no protests, no final words. Just an eerie stillness, as if our very existence has been reduced to nothing more than a faint whisper in the wind.

And yet, in this moment, I'm trapped in a silent standoff with the one person who seems to despise me the most. Their hatred is palpable, a tangible force that hangs in the air like a challenge, daring me to breathe, to exist, to be. It's a reminder that, despite the silence that awaits us all, life is a tumultuous journey of noise, chaos, and conflict - and sometimes, it's the quiet moments that speak the loudest."

I'm not the type to read faces, but I wasn't blind either. Alessandro's expression was a dead giveaway that he was losing his cool, his eyes blazing with a mix of anger and disbelief. "What is she doing here, mom?" he demanded, his voice low and menacing, as if I was some kind of intruder who had violated his personal space.

I just stared at him, my expression neutral, not because I was indifferent, but because I was still trying to process the tension that hung in the air like a thick fog. It's not like I wanted to be here, in this place, surrounded by the one who seemed to resent my very presence. But life has a way of throwing curveballs, and here I was, face to face with a guy who seemed to hate my guts.

"ANSWER ME!" Alessandro's voice rose, his patience wearing thin, as if I was deliberately keeping some secret from him. I raised an eyebrow, my gaze never leaving his face, as if to say, 'What's the point?' But the words got stuck in my throat, unable to escape the prison of my lips. The silence between us grew thicker, a heavy blanket that suffocated us both, as we stood there, locked in a silent standoff, each waiting for the other to blink.

The way Alessandro screamed sent shivers down my spine, the raw anger and frustration in his voice making my skin crawl. It seemed like everyone in the room was affected, except for one person - Angelo. While the rest of us flinched, Angelo remained calm and composed, his eyes fixed on his brother with an unwavering gaze.

"Alessandro, non alzare la voce," Angelo's voice was a gentle rebuke, low and even, but it carried a weight that commanded attention. 'Alessandro, don't raise your voice.'

Alessandro's face was red with rage, his chest heaving as he struggled to contain his emotions. "Brother, she..." he began, his voice still loud, but slightly subdued, as if he was trying to rein in his temper. Angelo's calm demeanor seemed to have a soothing effect on him, and he took a deep breath before continuing. "She's the last person I expected to see here. What is she doing here, mom?"The question was laced with suspicion and hostility, his eyes never leaving mine as he awaited an answer.