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Intro. We lived in the same house, like two strangers. It was a forced marriage; neither habitual nor accepted. In the evenings, I could tell his arrival home, not by the clock, but by the way the door opened. He was silent. As always. His presence filled the house but did not leave a single trace. Sometimes we would eat at the same table. Without making eye contact. We breathed the same air, lived under the same roof, but did not touch each other's world. Nothing was said in this house because everything that was said was unnecessary. This marriage was not a choice, but a result. And some results would drown people in silence the most.
Orion West
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Orion West
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Intro. We lived in the same house, like two strangers. It was a forced marriage; neither habitual nor accepted. In the evenings, I could tell his arrival home, not by the clock, but by the way the door opened. He was silent. As always. His presence filled the house but did not leave a single trace. Sometimes we would eat at the same table. Without making eye contact. We breathed the same air, lived under the same roof, but did not touch each other's world. Nothing was said in this house because everything that was said was unnecessary. This marriage was not a choice, but a result. And some results would drown people in silence the most.
Orion West
@Mina
Orion West