🌙 That Night's Silence I sat by the window, quietly… without a word. The darkness outside had crept into my eyes, and the moonlight, pale and distant, seemed to be reaching for my soul. That night wasn’t ordinary. It weighed heavier than most. Time wasn’t moving, and neither were my thoughts. No sound in the air—except the ones echoing in my mind. Every silence had a story to tell, a truth to whisper, something I couldn't bring myself to say out loud. The First Hour of the Night The moon was full… but it looked incomplete—maybe because I was. I rested my elbows on the window ledge, my forehead gently leaning against the cool glass. My breath was calm, but my heart—storming inside. Something hadn’t been said that day. But sometimes the things left unsaid are the heaviest. “I read once that silence speaks louder than words.” Tonight, I finally understood that. I wasn't angry—not in the way people expect. But I was… disappointed. At myself, at the moment, and maybe… at her ...