2d
✦The Page That Waits
The blank page sat like a mirror,
not reflecting, but remembering.
It did not accuse.
It simply waited.
He used to say
“A page never forgets what it was meant to hold.”
As if intention alone
could haunt paper.
Now they stared at it
like it might explain everything.
Why he left the window cracked,
why the keys were still in the dish,
why none of them
had noticed the silence growing teeth.
There had been signs,
maybe.
But signs are only clear
in hindsight—
when the story
has already been written.
They did not speak of guilt,
not openly.
But it lived in their glances,
in how carefully they stepped around his chair—
like it might still be warm.
#thought
The blank page sat like a mirror,
not reflecting, but remembering.
It did not accuse.
It simply waited.
He used to say
“A page never forgets what it was meant to hold.”
As if intention alone
could haunt paper.
Now they stared at it
like it might explain everything.
Why he left the window cracked,
why the keys were still in the dish,
why none of them
had noticed the silence growing teeth.
There had been signs,
maybe.
But signs are only clear
in hindsight—
when the story
has already been written.
They did not speak of guilt,
not openly.
But it lived in their glances,
in how carefully they stepped around his chair—
like it might still be warm.
#thought
In Chapter Four, tone shift a character—perhaps someone unexpected—who discovers a single sentence written faintly on that “blank” page, setting off a slow unraveling of truth and memory. A thread is pulled. The “blank page” reveals something faint, and with it, the line between truth and fiction begins to bend.
“If they read this, it means I’ve disappeared from the wrong story.”
“If they read this, it means I’ve disappeared from the wrong story.”
(24/M/In observation)
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