The quiet between them on the bench was not an absence of sound, but a language of its own. It was a stillness that invited either a long-held confession or the simple, shared comfort of being together in the dark.
Absence of sound
The quiet between them on the bench was not an absence of sound, but a language of its own. It was a stillness that invited either a long-held confession or the simple, shared comfort of being together in the dark.
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