Breaking the Silence
The room was silent, not because it was empty, but because everything in it was holding its breath.
The tea cup sat solely on the saucer, a ring of steam rising like a plea. Across the table, eyes met—a collision of histories that no words could safely navigate.
It was a moment stretched thin enough to see through, where the dust motes dancing in the light seemed to be the only things moving in the entire universe.