He was sitting right in front of me.

Quiet.

Too quiet.

I tried to start a conversation…

but he didn’t respond.

Not even a word.

At first, I thought maybe he didn’t hear me.

But then I looked into his eyes.

And suddenly…

I stopped talking.

Because I realized—

he had already said everything.

Not with words.

But with silence.

There was something heavy there.

Something broken.

I didn’t ask anything after that.

I just sat there with him…

in that silence.

And somehow,

it felt louder than any sound I’ve ever heard.

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