The Things We Left Unsaid

silent voice

this is more of a short story !!

She first saw him on a quiet afternoon, the world draped in the soft hues of twilight. He was sitting by the park bench, reading a book, unaware of her presence. She lingered by the old oak tree, watching him with the silent longing she had grown accustomed to. For her, silence wasn't just the absence of sound—it was the weight of words she could never speak.

Days turned into weeks, and their paths crossed more often. He'd smile at her, that warm, genuine smile that made her heart flutter in ways she never thought possible. She'd return his smile, hoping it conveyed all she felt—admiration, affection, and the budding love that grew in the quiet spaces between them.

He started sitting with her, sharing stories of his day, his dreams, his fears. She listened intently, nodding, laughing silently, her eyes speaking the words her voice could not. He seemed to understand her without needing the words, and for a moment, she believed that maybe, just maybe, this was enough.

But as their bond deepened, so did her longing. She dreamed of telling him, of whispering the words she had never spoken to anyone: "I love you." But how could she? How could she convey the depths of her feelings when her voice was locked away, hidden behind the silence that had been her companion for so long?

One evening, under the soft glow of the streetlights, he took her hands in his. His eyes, so full of emotion, searched hers, and she knew what was coming. Her heart raced as he confessed, his voice trembling with sincerity. "I've fallen in love with you," he said, his words hanging in the air like a fragile promise.

She stared at him, tears welling in her eyes. She wanted to shout, to scream, to tell him that she felt the same, that she loved him more than anything. But all that escaped her was silence. She nodded, a tear sliding down her cheek, and he pulled her into an embrace, mistaking her tears for joy.

As he held her, she closed her eyes, wishing more than anything for a voice, even if just for a moment. She wished she could tell him what she had always wanted to say. But the words remained trapped inside her, and she could only hope that somehow, in the quiet of the night, he could hear the love that resided in her heart.