The Silent Lotus in a Concrete City

I stood before the ancient stones, but they held no comfort like his silence did. The city roared behind me—a cacophony of tires and sirens—yet here, with only water lapping against stone, I could breathe again.

He told me once that my laughter was the loudest sound in a quiet room. It made him want to break things just to keep it going forever. That night we didn't speak; he simply wrapped his arms around me from behind as if trying to merge our shadows into one entity so no light could ever cut us apart.

I touched my hair ribbon then felt something wet on my cheeks—not rain but tears I had been holding back since morning when everything fell through. And yet here we were: two broken souls finding solace in each other's presence without saying a word.

Editor: Deep Sea