Loneliness has a strange way of settling in,
not loudly, not all at once, but slowly… until it feels like a part of you.
She had learned to live with it.The silence, the distance, the constant noise in her own mind that never really let her rest.
From the outside, everything seemed normal.But inside, there was always something unsettled—a quiet frustration she could never fully explain.
Maybe it was the past.Maybe it was the things left unsaid.
Or maybe it was him.
Some stories don't end.They just pause… waiting for the right moment to begin again.