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In the quiet

Julia_Nbete
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The heavy rain pounded against the windows, a relentless reminder of the storm raging outside. Inside, Elena stood at the edge of the living room, her arms wrapped tightly around herself as if the cold could keep the memories away. She had heard the knock at the door, but she didn’t move. She wasn’t sure if she could. “Elena.” The sound of her name broke through her thoughts, soft but insistent. She turned, and there he was—Liam, standing in the doorway, drenched from the downpour. His eyes were dark, filled with something she couldn’t name, and his lips parted like he had so much to say but didn’t know where to start. “I didn’t think you’d show up,” Elena said quietly, her voice trembling despite her efforts to sound steady. She didn’t want him here. Not now, not after everything. Liam took a step forward, his eyes never leaving hers. “I had to. I couldn’t leave things like this between us.” The words stung more than they should have, but she held her ground. “Things ended between us, Liam. You made sure of that.” He flinched, as if the words were a slap. “I know I did,” he said, his voice tight. “I was stupid. I pushed you away when I should’ve fought for you. And I... I didn’t trust you when you needed me to.” Elena’s heart twisted at the raw sincerity in his voice, but she couldn’t let him in that easily. “Why now, after all this time? After everything that’s happened?” “I don’t have an answer for that,” he admitted. “All I know is that I can’t keep pretending I don’t care about you. I never stopped caring.” The silence between them was thick, a chasm neither of them knew how to cross. The world outside continued to rage, but in that moment, it was just the two of them. Elena’s pulse raced, her mind torn between wanting to believe him and fearing the hurt that would come if she let him back in. “I don’t know if I can trust you again, Liam,” she whispered, the words slipping out before she could stop them. He stepped closer, reaching out like he was about to touch her but hesitated. “Then give me a chance to prove I’m worth trusting.” Elena’s breath caught, her chest tightening as something inside her wavered. For a moment, she could almost believe him. But the scars ran too deep. “I need time,” she said, finally looking away. “I need time to figure out if I can even forgive you.” Liam stood still, his expression a mixture of regret and understanding. “I’ll wait. As long as it takes.” And for the first time in a long time, Elena wondered if maybe—just maybe—she could let the past go and start again.
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Chapter 1 - Chapter 1

Elena's eyes fluttered open, the harsh white light above her sending a sharp sting through her vision. Her body felt heavy, her limbs unresponsive, and her mind clouded with fragments of memories she couldn't piece together. For a moment, she lay still, trying to make sense of where she was. The sterile smell of antiseptic and the faint beeping of monitors told her she was in a hospital.

Her throat was dry, each breath scraping against it like sandpaper. She tried to sit up, but her body protested, forcing her to stay flat against the bed. Panic began to creep in as questions flooded her mind. How did I get here?

The door creaked open, and a nurse stepped in, her face soft with concern. "You're awake," she said gently, walking over to Elena's bedside.

"What... happened?" Elena croaked, her voice barely audible.

The nurse handed her a cup of water, helping her bring it to her lips. "You were brought in last night," she said. "You were unconscious when you arrived. Do you remember anything?"

Elena tried to focus, to dig through the fog in her mind. There had been a party, loud music, and Hamly asking her to swim. Her chest tightened at the memory of the pool, the water engulfing her, the laughter surrounding her as she struggled. Her breath quickened, and the monitor beside her began to beep erratically.

"Easy," the nurse said, placing a calming hand on Elena's arm. "You're safe now."

Safe. The word felt foreign. She didn't feel safe—not in her own skin, not in her own life. She closed her eyes, willing the tears to stay hidden.

"Who brought me here?" she asked after a moment, her voice trembling.

The nurse hesitated. "We don't know. A man rushed you in but left before we could get his name."

Elena's heart sank. She wanted to know, needed to know, who had saved her. The last thing she remembered was the cold water pulling her under and the faint sensation of being lifted. But beyond that, it was a blur.

The nurse stayed for a while longer, checking the machines and jotting down notes before leaving Elena alone again. The silence was deafening.

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When her parents arrived, the atmosphere in the room shifted. Her mother's face was pinched with worry, her father's expression unreadable. They bombarded her with questions, their voices a mixture of concern and frustration.

"What were you thinking, Elena?" her mother asked, her tone sharp. "Why were you near the pool if you can't swim?"

"I didn't go there willingly," Elena murmured, her voice barely above a whisper.

"Then how did you end up in the water?" her father demanded.

She hesitated, unsure of how much to say. Would they even believe her? Would they care? She stared at the white sheets, avoiding their piercing gazes. "Someone pushed me."

Her mother let out a frustrated sigh. "You need to be more careful, Elena. You can't always expect others to look out for you."

Her father crossed his arms, his disapproval palpable. "This could've been avoided if you'd just stayed home."

Their words stung, but Elena had grown used to it. No matter what happened, it always seemed to be her fault. She stayed silent, knowing there was no point in arguing.

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The ride home was quiet, the tension filling the car like a suffocating cloud. Elena stared out the window, the city lights blurring into streaks of color. Her parents didn't speak, and she didn't try to break the silence.

When they finally pulled into the driveway, Elena hurried inside, avoiding any further confrontation. Her siblings were in the living room, their laughter echoing through the house. None of them looked up as she passed by.

In her room, Elena closed the door and leaned against it, letting out a shaky breath. She felt drained, both physically and emotionally. The events of the past day played on a loop in her mind, each detail sharper and more painful than the last.

The laughter, the cold water, the darkness—she couldn't escape it. And yet, somewhere in the chaos of her memories, there was a faint glimmer of hope. Someone had pulled her out, saved her when no one else cared.

As she lay in bed, staring at the ceiling, Elena made a silent promise to herself. She didn't know who had saved her, but one day, she would find out. And maybe, just maybe, she'd start to believe that not everyone in the world was as cruel as she thought.