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Silent Testimonies tells the story of Ryle, a young boy dealing with the quiet weight of his emotions and a past that won’t let him go. He’s haunted by memories of Faith, a girl he once cared about, and the feeling that something important was left unsaid. As he faces his own fears and desires, Ryle finds himself questioning what’s real and what’s just a dream. This is a story about the silent struggles we all face, the connections we lose, and the courage it takes to finally speak up when the silence becomes too loud.

Silent testimonies

The morning after the dream, Ryle woke with the same weight in his chest that had followed him through the dark forest. He lay in bed trying to shake off the heavy feeling. But no matter how hard he tried, the image of her slipping away refused to fade.

He hadn't seen her in years—not since the fight, not since everything fell apart. The girl in the dream wasn't just a phantom. She had a name, a voice, a laugh he could still hear when the city grew too quiet. Her name reminding him of all forgone and what could have been.

Ryle sighed and pulled himself out of bed. The world outside was as noisy as ever. He grabbed his backpack and headed to school, hoping the day would distract him from his restless thoughts.

At school, her memory lingered in the little things: the way sunlight filtered through the windows, the color of a scarf a girl wore. It all reminded him of her. He remembered the way her head bent over a book, her hair falling in loose waves over her shoulder. She had a way of speaking softly, like her words were meant just for him.

But those memories had turned bittersweet. Their last conversation replayed in his head like a broken record. The words they had thrown at each other the sharp ones he regretted most echoed louder than her laughter now.

By the time the day ended, Ryle was drained. He walked home alone, strolling through the busy streets. He slipped into his favorite café, a small, corner place that smelled of coffee and freshly baked bread.

Ryle settled into his usual corner, pulling out his notebook. Writing had become his refuge, a way to pour out the things he couldn't say aloud. He stared at the blank page, unsure where to start.

I keep dreaming of the places we could have been.

But when I wake up, you're still gone.

And I don't know if it's you I miss...

or the version of myself I was when you were here."

He put down the pen and stared at the words. They felt too raw, too honest. He flipped the page before he could talk himself into tearing it out.

As the evening slipped into night, Ryle's mind wandered back to the dream. Why was it haunting him now, after all this time? And why did he feel like it wasn't just a memory of her, but something more—a sign?

When he finally stepped back into his room, the city lights blinking through the window, Ryle felt the heaviness return. He lay down, letting the noise of the streets sing him to sleep, wondering if the dream would come back.

And in the quiet moments before sleep came to him, he whispered her name into the dark.

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"Your name, a quiet echo in the night

Yet in my dreams, you still remain,

Just a beginner author . Do show some lenience and hopefully you like the work.

The interval between releases isn't really fixed as I have personal life to tend to too.Do keep tuning in. Hope you liked the work.

Whispered Name in the dark