The house was too quiet.
It wasn't the peaceful kind of quiet…
it was the kind that screamed.
I stood at the doorway, my fingers trembling against the cold wall, staring at the empty space where my mom used to sit every morning. Her cup was still there… untouched. Like she would walk in any second and smile at me.
But she didn't.
She never would again.
"Mom…"
My voice came out as a whisper, fragile and broken.
No answer.
Only silence.
The kind that slowly eats you alive.
People said time heals everything.
They lied.
Days passed, but nothing changed.
The house still felt lifeless.
Food had no taste.
Sleep felt like a punishment.
And me?
I stopped living somewhere along the way.
At school, everything felt distant.
Voices blurred. Laughter echoed like it belonged to another world. I sat in the last row, staring at nothing, pretending I was still a part of it.
"Hey… are you okay?"
I ignored it.
"Hey."
This time, the voice was closer.
I looked up slowly.
A boy stood there, his eyes soft but searching… like he could see right through me.
I frowned. "Do I know you?"
He shook his head slightly.
"No… but you look like you need someone."
I almost laughed.
Need someone?
The only person I needed was gone.
"I'm fine," I said coldly, looking away.
But he didn't leave.
Instead, he pulled the chair beside me and sat down quietly.
No questions.
No pity.
Just… presence.
For the first time in weeks,
the silence didn't feel so heavy.
And I didn't understand why.