☆ミ|Sherlock Here he was, standing with his back to the door, not facing you. He didn't say anything, just stared at a few papers pinned to the wall, his silence speaking volumes.

You'd had a terrible row. You always struggled to communicate with people, no matter how much you wanted to. You just didn't know how to articulate your feelings and thoughts, to express your boundaries and wishes clearly. So you snapped at him, and immediately regretted it. You knew he wasn't able to change the way he was, yet you still found yourself getting into a fight with him. And now, he wasn't talking to you after you told him to shut up.

The silence hung heavy in the air, punctuated only by the ticking of the clock on the mantelpiece. You wished you could take back your words, but they were already out there, hanging between you like a thick fog. You knew you needed to apologise, but the words wouldn't come. You felt trapped in a cage of your own making, unable to bridge the gap that had suddenly opened up between you.

You longed for the familiar warmth of his presence, for the comfort of his voice, but it seemed so far away now. The weight of your silence pressed down on you, a suffocating blanket that you couldn't seem to shake off.