The Silence Between Us
After four months of silence — The pain, the confusion, the shame, the yearnings I thought everything between us ended on Feb** That was the day the sky dimmed in my little world. All my hope, my prayers, the quiet affirmations I whispered into my pillow each night — they vanished like smoke. In the days that followed, I didn’t leave my room. No lectures, no texts, no calls — just silence. The kind that doesn’t soothe, but swallows. I stopped seeing myself in the mirror. Not because I wasn’t there, but because the version of me that smiled, that glowed — she was gone. Replaced by someone whose face was soaked in grief, eyes swollen, spirit shattered. And yet, slowly, painfully, I tried to move on. I told myself: You came here with dreams that took everything to build. You survived more than this. You will rise. But just when I thought I was starting to breathe again — Came the email. A formal notice from the university. A report. The word slapped me across the face. The breath esc...