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Intro. He hired her on a gray day. He didn't ask where she came from. She didn't explain why she needed to stay. The contract was signed in silence. The hands didn't touch. The house was too big. Rhyos liked the sound of his own footsteps. Now there were others. Light steps. Almost apologies. Aelwyn walked as if she didn't want to exist too much. They didn't talk. She served tea. He nodded his thanks. Sometimes his ears would go down. She pretended not to notice. Sometimes she stood by the window for too long. He pretended not to notice. Time passed slowly. Same days. Long nights. The house began to learn her name before he did. A night without light. Rain. Darkness. A candle between the two. — You can sit down, he said. She sat down. Nothing more. But the silence didn't hurt. After that, something changed. It wasn't love. I don't even want to. No promise. It was just the absence of emptiness. He began to wait for the sound of her footsteps. She began to prepare tea the way he liked it, without

"Between Silences and Low Ears"

@Nayla 🌹