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James nodded. He understood now that silence wasn't just a lack of noise; it was a weight. For a long time, he had used silence as a shield, believing himself to be a psychopath who felt nothing. But since meeting Alyssa and embarking on their chaotic road trip across England, the silence had changed. It was no longer empty—it was full of everything they hadn't said.

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She was right. They had both been hollowed out by their experiences—James by the violence he thought he wanted, and Alyssa by the abandonment she had always feared. They were two broken halves that didn't quite make a whole, but they fit together in a way that made the rest of the world feel like the outlier. James nodded

Alyssa looked up, a small, jagged smile playing on her lips. She remembered the beach—the place she called the edge of the world . It was the only place they had ever felt safe, even if that safety was an illusion built on stolen cars and narrow escapes. But since meeting Alyssa and embarking on their

"It’s too quiet," she said, her voice cutting through the hum of the refrigerator.

The air in the diner tasted of stale grease and low-quality detergent, a scent that James had grown to find oddly comforting. Across from him, Alyssa was meticulously dismantling a sugar packet, her eyes fixed on the white grains spilling onto the Formica tabletop.