Prologue: Aching Omission
Silence is a funny thing. See, by definition it's supposed to be a lack of sound, a lack of communication, a nothingness. And yet, we, as human beings, have managed to take something that is, by definition, a lacking void and notice that it is full to the brim. A well-timed silence can say many things:
"I love you so much."
"I don't trust you."
"I couldn't be any angrier than I am with you at this very second."
"This is the happiest moment of my life."
"I'm lying."
More so than anything, silence can taunt us. Reaching into our deepest fears and insecurities, tapping into the darkest places in our souls. But you never really know, never really understand what it's like, until it's bearing down upon you. Until you've been confronted with it, and look from loving face to loving face and realize… They're lying to you. All of them. It's a lie of omission, they'd never hurt you, but it's an ugly snarl of a lie all the same. And it hurts.
Okay, in my defense, it's technically still summer until September 21st. And I'm breaking my rule already by posting this before the whole things is done, but I just loved this bit too much for it to sit and fester on my laptop for much longer. So I'll do my best to have everything else finished and start posting before the semester gets too crazy, but here's a small taste for now. Hope you like as much as I do!
-psk