Almas

Sometimes silence is louder than any words. The house seems to be the same - the walls, the bed, the cup on the table. Only the air is different, thick, as if made of glass, and someone's laughter, long since silenced, still floats in it. Memory, like a stubborn cat, does not go away, even though the door is wide open.

There are moments when letting go means loving, not forgetting. When pain is not an enemy, but simply proof that it was real. Because some souls do not say goodbye - they simply learn to be there in a different way.