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Some silences are louder than arguments.

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The school gates were already closing when Alessio arrived.

Wipers moved across the windshield in steady rhythm, cutting through the rain that refused to stop since morning.

He parked the car near the entrance and stepped out.

Matteo was already waiting.

Leaning against the corridor wall outside the principal’s office, arms crossed, face turned away like Alessio wasn’t even part of the same space.

Not surprised.

Not guilty.

Just… distant.

Alessio’s voice was calm when he spoke.

Alessio Romano / SO

Again?

Matteo didn’t answer.

A pause.

Alessio Romano / SO

(sighed and walked inside)

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The principal didn’t waste time.

Principal

Fifth incident this month.

Alessio Romano / SO

(stood still, hands in his coat pockets)

Matteo sat beside him, staring at the floor like it had more importance than anything in this room.

Principal

Fighting. Disruptive behavior.

Principal

He shows no improvement.

Alessio Romano / SO

(finally looked at Matteo)

Alessio Romano / SO

Matteo, what happened?

Matteo didn’t look at him.

Not even a flicker.

The principal continued, but Alessio raised a hand slightly.

Alessio Romano / SO

I’m sorry.

Alessio Romano / SO

I will talk to him.

Principal

Will you?

Alessio Romano / SO

(gave a small, tired nod)

Alessio Romano / SO

I’ll handle it.

Silence followed.

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Outside the office, the air felt colder.

Matteo walked ahead immediately.

No waiting.

No hesitation.

Alessio followed behind, steps slower, like he already knew the distance between them was not physical anymore.

At the exit, Matteo stopped.

A group of boys was waiting.

Energy shifted instantly — laughter, noise, belonging.

One of them tilted his head.

Emrys Dawson

Teo, is this your Papa?

Before Alessio could speak, Matteo answered first.

Matteo Santini/ A

My uncle.

Alessio didn’t react immediately.

He just looked at Matteo for a long second.

Then nodded.

Alessio Romano / SO

Yeah. Uncle.

The friend shrugged and went back to talking to Matteo like Alessio wasn’t there anymore.

Matteo didn’t look back.

Not once.

Some bonds are not broken by distance… but by silence.

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Alessio reached the car first.

He got in the driver’s seat this time.

Hands on the wheel.

Not moving.

Just sitting there for a second longer than necessary.

Rain tapped against the glass.

Then the door opened.

Matteo got in the back seat.

Closed it.

No greeting.

No hesitation.

Just silence.

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The engine started.

The car pulled out slowly.

A few minutes passed without a single word.

Then—

Alessio Romano / SO

You’re not going to say anything?

Matteo Santini/ A

(Stared out of the window)

Matteo Santini/ A

About what.

A pause.

Alessio tightened his grip slightly on the wheel.

Alessio Romano / SO

The fight.

Matteo Santini/ A

Doesn’t matter.

Silence again.

Alessio Romano / SO

(Exhales slowly)

Alessio Romano / SO

Matteo… I’m trying.

A long silence.

Then Matteo finally spoke, still not looking at him.

Matteo Santini/ A

That’s the problem.

Matteo Santini/ A

You are not my Parent, so stop trying to act like one.

The words didn’t come with anger.

They came with distance.

That was worse.

Alessio didn’t answer.

The rest of the drive stayed silent.

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When they reached home, Matteo opened the door first.

No goodbye.

No glance back.

Just stepped out and walked inside.

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Alessio stayed in the car.

Engine still running.

Rain still falling.

He looked at the empty passenger seat.

Then at the back seat where Matteo had been sitting.

Alessio Romano / SO

(Chuckles sadly)

Alessio Romano / SO

Nine years….

Alessio Romano / SO

And this is what I get.

Some homes don’t welcome you back.

They simply remind you that you were never part of them to begin with.

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The front door closed behind Alessio with a soft click.

Warmth hit him first.

Voices second.

Laughter after that.

It wasn’t unusual anymore… but it still didn’t feel like it belonged to him.

From the living room, Matteo’s voice carried easily.

Bright.

Alive.

Nothing like the boy in the car.

Matteo Santini/ A

(Smiling)

Matteo Santini/ A

You came back!

And in front of him—

A woman.

Kneeling slightly as Matteo hugged her tightly.

Almost… desperately affectionate.

Her hands gently rested on his back like it was the most natural thing in the world.

Olivia Richards / O

Hey, careful, you’re getting too strong for me now.

Matteo Santini/ A

(Giggles)

A sound Alessio had never heard him make in his direction.

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Marco was sitting on the sofa nearby.

Relaxed.

Like nothing in the world required his attention.

Then his eyes lifted and landed on Alessio.

Marco Santini / A

You’re late.

Alessio Romano / SO

(took his coat off slowly)

Alessio Romano / SO

Principal’s office.

Marco Santini / A

Again?

Alessio Romano / SO

Fifth time this month.

He didn’t add anything.

He didn’t complain.

But the silence still said too much.

Marco Santini / A

Matteo!

Marco Santini / A

You are grounded for a week.

Matteo suddenly let go of the woman and turned.

His expression shifted instantly to Alessio.

Not soft anymore.

Sharp. Bitter.

Matteo Santini/ A

You always do this!

Alessio Romano / SO

(Looks at him)

Alessio Romano / SO

I didn’t—

Matteo Santini/ A

This is why I hate you.

Alessio Romano / SO

(Clenches his fist)

Marco Santini / A

MATTEO!

Marco Santini / A

I’m the one grounding you, not Alessio.

Matteo Santini/ A

He’s the reason.

Marco Santini / A

He—

Alessio Romano / SO

Marco.

Alessio Romano / SO

(Shakes his head)

Marco Santini / A

(Sighs heavily)

Matteo Santini/ A

I wish you’d just leave me alone.

Matteo Santini/ A

Go away from my life!

That was it.

No more shouting.

No more explanation.

Just that.

Alessio finally looked at him properly.

Long pause.

He then turned.

Walked past them all.

Marco didn’t stop him.

Matteo didn’t call him back.

The woman lowered her gaze as he passed.

And no one followed him.

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Alessio walked up the stairs.

Each step quieter than the last.

Until he reached his room.

Closed the door.

And finally let the silence stay with him.

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