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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 next morning, Ryle woke to the faint light of dawn crawling through his window. Sleep had come, but the dream hadn't returned. Instead, there had been nothing but silence—a empty kind that left him feeling more restless.

The streets were quieter than usual as he walked to school. Ryle liked these moments, the rare times when the world seemed to pause. But even in the calm, his thoughts were loud.

He couldn't stop thinking about Faith—about the way she had drifted out of his life like smoke slipping through his fingers. He had convinced himself for years that it was better this way, that the distance was what they both needed. But the dream had shaken something loose, bringing her memory back with a force he wasn't prepared for.

At school, Ryle kept his head down, moving through the day like a shadow. He avoided the cafeteria at lunch, slipping into the library instead. The quiet rows of books felt safe, like they held answers to questions he hadn't yet formed.

As he walked through the aisles, his fingers trailed along the spines of the books. It was a habit he had picked up from her. she used to do the same, always saying she liked feeling the weight of the stories she hadn't yet read.

Ryle stopped when his hand fell on a book he hadn't noticed before. The cover was plain, just a title in faded gold letters: Of Lost Paths and Quiet Roads. He opened it to a random page, and his breath stuck. The words felt like they had been written for him:

"Sometimes, the people we let go of find ways to stay with us.

In memories, in dreams, in the spaces we don't even realize we leave open for them."

He closed the book quickly, as if it had burned him. But the words stayed with him, echoing in his mind long after he left the library.

On the way home, Ryle stopped by the café again, hoping the familiar space would give him some clarity. He took his usual seat, pulling out his notebook. But no matter how hard he tried, the words wouldn't come.

Instead, he found himself staring out the window, watching the world pass by. People moved in hurried steps, their faces blurred in motion. And then he saw her.

She was walking across the street, her hair cut short , wearing the same kind of bright scarf she always used to wear. For a moment, Ryle thought he was imagining her, that his mind was playing tricks on him. But then she turned, her gaze brushing past the café window.

She didn't see him, didn't even seem to notice the café. She was gone as quickly as she had appeared, lost in the flow of the crowd.

Ryle sat frozen, his heartbeat pounding in his ears. He wanted to run after her, to call her name, to say all the things he hadn't said before. But he stayed where he was, rooted to the chair by fear, doubt, and the weight of their past.unsure if what he'd just seen had been real or just another echo of the dream. Ryle knew that nothing would ever feel the same again.

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