The Quiet Between Them
Alex didn’t ask for updates.
He didn’t demand smiles or progress reports.
He just made her coffee every morning and kissed the top of her head like it was a ritual of devotion.
Mara noticed it most in the silences—how he no longer tried to fill them.
They sat on the porch one evening, watching Eliana chase fireflies.
She turned to him and said, “Thank you for not fixing me.”
Alex’s eyes met hers. “You were never broken.”
The quiet that followed wasn’t awkward.
It was sacred.
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