There was no anger.
No pride. No distance. Just fear.
For a moment… I wanted to ask him,
“What did you do?”

But something stopped me.
Because the truth is…if we started talking…
We might say things we were not ready to hear.

So we remained quiet. Just like always.
But this time…
Our silence was no longer comfortable.
It was loud. Very loud.

I was also asking myself the same question.
What did I do… that they could have seen?
I went back to the room.

I sat on the edge of the bed, staring at the same wall I had stared at for years…
But this time…
It felt like the wall was staring back at me.

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