Held in the Frozen Silence of Night

The house is quiet, but your mind is screaming the same second over and over. You lie perfectly still, terrified that moving an inch will wake the people sleeping beside you, so you freeze while that memory plays on a loop behind your eyes.

The exact moment their face changed. The shift from love to something else.

It feels like the only real thing in the room. But listen — the darkness has not overcome the light that lives in you, even in this frozen silence.

That memory is loud, but it is not the truth of who you are. The light was there before their face changed, and it is here now, holding you while you pretend to sleep.

You do not have to solve this tonight. You only have to breathe through the replay until the morning comes.

The night is long, but you are already held.