In Silence
This time around, the house felt different when he returned. Too quiet. Too empty. Like something had been taken out of it. Not physically. But something that made it feel alive. Something that made it feel like home. Evan stood by the door for a few seconds longer than necessary, his hand still resting on the handle as if he hadn’t fully stepped in yet. As if part of him was still outside, hoping—just hoping—that when he walked in properly, everything would feel normal again. It didn’t. The silence pressed against him. Heavy. Unfamiliar. He exhaled slowly and stepped further in. The trophy was still on the floor. Right where it had fallen. He stared at it for a moment. The reflection of the dim light glinting faintly against its surface. Just a few hours ago, it had meant
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