The Weight of What Was Left Unsaid
He drew a slow, deliberate breath, allowing the chill air of the night to fill his lungs. It brought him back down, reminded him that he was still present — still standing in this tenuous, dense silence between them.
"Because of the way it was…" Victor started once more, his tone low and strained, every word dragging a weight that bore down on the still night. It was not speech, but confession, a thin skein of truth running through the tension that had developed between them. The words weighed heavily, as if pronouncing them were against some unseen force that sought to keep them hidden.
