The Voice In My Head

Previously

…I closed the notebook, the worn leather cool beneath my fingertips. A small, watery smile touched my lips, a fragile bloom against the landscape of my tears. I looked around the empty room, the silence no longer a terrifying void, but a quiet space filled with the echo of a profound love. And I whispered into the silence, my voice thick with emotion, “Thank you for saving my life, Mia.” There was no answer. There never would be again. But for the first time since the silence had fallen, it didn’t feel lonely. It felt like goodbye.