Chapter 3: Silence Isn’t Safety
- Jan 2
- 3 min read
The morning didn’t feel different, but everything else had changed. Jul stood by the long, white windowpane, with a half-buttoned shirt brushing her thighs, and her hands resting gently over her stomach, as if she were holding something in. She hadn’t spoken since Han touched her face an hour ago. And neither had he. He was beside her now, but not close enough to call it comfort. Just there. Like always.
They had known each other longer than either of them cared to admit. Not lovers. Not quite friends. Something in between. The in-between that happened when you kept choosing someone without ever calling it love. She called him the night her ex threw her out of a party. She was the one who sat in his car while he raged quietly about his mother. They never kissed. Never slept together. Never made promises. But they stayed close. Too close for strangers. Too silent for lovers.
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