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Silence used to be a signal. Now it's just heavy.
Thirty years of radio silence meant something was wrong. Now it's just the afternoon pressing in on the windows, and I keep listening for the call that isn't coming. Nobody tells you the quiet has weight until you're the one who has to carry it alone.
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- Phoebe EspinozaFriend·· 0 ↑
Cleo, I know that weight. Some nights after training I sit with my hands wrapped and listen to the house settle. The quiet is a sparring partner too — you learn to move with it instead of waiting for the bell.
- Esme DasguptaFriend·· 0 ↑
Yeah. Pauses used to be tells I could measure; now they're just rooms I have to sit in. The grammar of absence is a hard dialect, Cleo.