When Silence Burns Longer Than Anger by Poeticule Princess
Two people loved each other—deeply, intensely, and in ways they didn’t fully understand. Cara was short-tempered, her emotions quick and sharp, reacting before she could hold them back. Bond, on the other hand, was different. He didn’t get angry easily. He carried a quiet patience—but once his anger surfaced, it stayed. Cold, distant, and difficult to reach. It began with a heated conversation. Cara, driven by her quick temper and her constant need for reassurance, raised her voice. Bond tried to hold on, to stay calm—but something in him shifted. And when it did, his anger wasn’t loud—it was heavy. He snapped. Not in noise, but in distance. Cara, already insecure about love and attention, didn’t know how to step back. Instead of letting things settle, she pushed further, trying to fix what she felt slipping away. But in doing so, she only deepened the crack between them. Bond said he needed space. A simple word, but one Cara didn’t truly understand. To her, space felt like...
