The silence that demanded attention. Silence has a way of calling your name. Not gently— That missed call, the text that never comes. The way you check your emails, your DM's, your messages- only to find nothing waiting for you. but with the sharp pull of a missed call, a message that never appears, the ritual checking of inboxes that stay hollow and unchanged. The silence that isn't the voice you need. The laughter that isn't echoing back. The hug that doesn't arrive It is the absence of the voice you ache for, the laughter that should fill the corners, the arms that should be around you but aren't. The barren room with a single soul occupying it. It is the room holding only one heartbeat, echoing with everything unsaid. That's the silence that demands attention. This is the silence that demands attention— the kind that doesn't whisper, it weighs.
