Silence is a strange language.
It teaches you to translate every pause.
Every glance.
Every hour without a reply.
Until eventually, you begin hearing conversations that never happened.
I would have survived the truth.
It was the absence that hollowed me.
A goodbye can become a scar.
But uncertainty—
uncertainty becomes a haunted house.
And ghosts are always louder than honest words.
Between Bruises & Blooms 
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