Only In the Silence
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She doesn't have a name.
Not because she doesn't deserve one, but because he never asked.
Not aloud.
She came to every performance.
She never spoke. Never screamed. Never reached for him like the others did.
But she watched.
Eyes like moonlight, hands folded at her chest.
Still.
Reverent.
Vessel noticed her the first time because she didn't try to touch him.
He noticed her the second time because her lips moved with the words, like a prayer.
By the third show, he was looking for her before the first note.
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