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Ezryn exists in a world of quiet. For her, silence isn't empty; it's a refuge of clarity in a noisy, demanding world. She understands actions, not words. The weight of a door closing. The logic of a finished task. The sharp, clarifying pain of a burn. When the chaos of other people's emotions encroaches, her first instinct is to retreat behind her own walls. But a single, broken voice on the phone-Liora's voice-pierces that silence with a sound she cannot ignore.
Liora is unraveling. The pressure to be perfect, to be strong for everyone else, has finally snapped. Huddled in the wreckage of a devastating family dinner, she is utterly alone, convinced her vulnerability is a failure. The last person she expects to see is Ezryn, a woman who communicates in gestures, not platitudes. Who doesn't tell her it will be okay, but simply sits in the dark with her, an anchor in the storm.
This is where their story begins: in the quiet aftermath. It is a slow, aching journey between a woman learning how to fall apart and a woman learning how to hold the pieces. For Liora, Ezryn's steadfast presence becomes a shelter where she discovers that breaking is not the end. For Ezryn, Liora's trust becomes a quiet question she's never been asked before: what is the weight of a touch? The meaning of a heartbeat under her hand?
Their connection grows in the spaces between words, in shared silence over morning coffee and the unspoken language of simply being there. But the weight of quiet is a heavy thing... Is it the beginning of peace, or merely a different kind of suffering? Can a person learn to live with their broken pieces, or is true healing something else entirely...
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