4th Day — The Silence We SharedSpring wore a softer color today.The sky was pale, almost shy — like it too was learning how to feel again.I wore silence. Again.The world outside the window buzzed with laughter, footsteps, and papers fluttering like anxious birds.But inside the library, everything stood still.He sat beside me.No "hi", no "hello", no awkward smiles.Just his presence.Warm.Assured.Like he knew this silence wasn’t emptiness — it was healing.Minutes passed. Five, maybe more.Then, without looking at me, he whispered,> “Silence is loud when two people share it.”His voice didn’t disturb the quiet — it became part of it.I