PART 8: The Space Between What Is SaidSome silences don’t end conversations.They deepen them.The next few days passed differently.Not wrong.Not distant.Just… careful.Aarushi still waited at the bus stop every evening.Mira still came—sometimes early, sometimes late.They still walked together, shared coffee, exchanged quiet smiles.But something invisible stood between them now.Aarushi noticed it in the pauses.The way Mira stopped mid-sentence sometimes.The way she didn’t tease Aarushi the way she used to.The way her laughter softened, as if she was afraid of using too much of it.And Aarushi—Aarushi measured her words now.She didn’t want to seem needy.Didn’t want to ask questions that sounded