The Voice In My Head

Previously

…I closed the notebook, the worn cover feeling like a final farewell. A small, watery smile, born of a newfound, fragile peace, touched my lips. I looked around the empty room, the silence no longer a void but a vast expanse of possibility. And into that quiet, I whispered, my voice raspy with unshed tears, but clear and steady, “Thank you for saving my life, Mia.” There was no answer. There never would be again. But for the first time since that fateful day at eight years old, the silence didn’t feel lonely. It felt like goodbye. A profound, aching, beautiful goodbye.