Ch 2: The Things No one was able to hear

There were things she never said. Not because she didn’t feel them.

But because she learned, very early, that saying things did not mean they would be heard.

She spoke, once. loudly & desperately.

But was not Just enough to be understood

Or at least, that’s what She believed at the time.

But understanding requires attention & attention is something the World rarely gives to those who don’t demand it. Even she demanded that time but was opposed with unhealed words.

Her words fell into Spaces already filled with noise laughter that didn’t include her, conversations that moved past her, people who nodded without listening.

So she stopped. Not all at once.

Silence, like disappearance is gradual.

People liked her better that way. Quiet people are easier to keep around. They don’t interrupt. They don’t complicate things. They don’t ask for more than what is given.

So she began to edit herself. Shorter replies. Fewer emotions. Eventually, nothing at all.

She became convenient. And convenience is often mistaken for acceptance.

There was one evening late, almost forgotten When she almost said everything.

I remember this clearly as I silently watching her.

She stood in front of someone who mattered. Maybe not in the way people expect but in the quiet, fragile way that makes a person believe they are seen.

She wasn’t. But she thought she was.

Her hands trembled slightly. Not enough for anyone to notice. Just enough for her to feel it.

“I’ve been…” she started. And then she stopped.

“You’ve been what?” I asked

“Nothing,” she said.

She Never told Me What Happened that Evening.

She stopped trying to explain herself. Stopped expecting anyone to notice the difference between her presence and her absence. Stopped believing that words had weight.

There are no recorded conversations left of her voice. No messages saved.

No words quoted or remembered.

Everything she never said remained with her.

And everything she did say Disappeared just as easily.

I try to remember what her voice sounded like.

Sometimes I think I almost have it. A certain softness. A hesitation before finishing a sentence.

But every time I reach for it, It slips. Like everything else about her.

She existed in fragments. And now, even those fragments are beginning to fade.

Silence did not take her.

It was given to her & made to believe she better not say out what she going through from inside. Again and again When she tries to say her talk but then she was made to remember Even being on her side she saw as No one really was her side & want her to hear.

Until she had nothing else left to become. Even if she wants to live for whom she wants too, but it wasn't easy for her & for them too. She has got this already in the silence of theirs. Now difficult it has turns out for them too now to keep her safe.

***TBC***...

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