Continued from Beneath the Silence 3 : Echoes of her presence (click to read)
Hannah’s week had been a whirlwind of deadlines, client meetings, and long hours spent fine-tuning designs in unfamiliar hotel rooms. The city she was visiting buzzed with life, its streets a chaotic symphony of honking cars and hurried footsteps. She loved the challenge of her work, but this trip felt different—hectic in a way that left her craving the quiet familiarity of home.
In the rare moments of stillness, Ethan crossed her mind.
It wasn’t something she planned or expected, but she’d catch herself thinking about him in the middle of revising a logo or reviewing color palettes. She’d remember the steady calm in his voice, the way his eyes softened when he spoke, and how he always seemed so grounded despite the invisible weight he carried.
On her third night away, she found herself sitting by the hotel window, sketchbook in hand. Instead of working on her latest project, she began drawing the scene she missed most: Ethan at his usual seat by the coffee shop window, his laptop open, coffee in hand, a faint crease between his brows as he concentrated. The lines came easily, as if her hand remembered details her mind hadn’t consciously registered—the way his tie always seemed just slightly loosened, the calm confidence in his posture.
She smiled to herself, shaking her head. Why does he keep slipping into my thoughts?
Hannah knew she barely knew him, but there was something about Ethan that lingered. He seemed like the kind of person who gave more than he took, who held the world together for others without asking for anything in return. She admired that about him, but it also made her wonder: did he ever let anyone see the cracks? Did anyone truly know him?
The next morning, as she grabbed a quick coffee before another meeting, she felt a pang of longing for the little coffee shop back home. She wondered if Ethan was sitting there now, glancing at the door the way she sometimes caught him doing.
“Soon,” she murmured to herself, gripping the cup tighter.
She’d be home in a few days, back to her routine, back to the coffee shop—and maybe back to the quiet rhythm she and Ethan had unknowingly started to share. And though she didn’t know what that connection might become, she couldn’t deny the quiet pull that drew her thoughts back to him, time and time again.
PS : Link to the next part Beneath the Silence 5 : A Return
Hannah’s week had been a whirlwind of deadlines, client meetings, and long hours spent fine-tuning designs in unfamiliar hotel rooms. The city she was visiting buzzed with life, its streets a chaotic symphony of honking cars and hurried footsteps. She loved the challenge of her work, but this trip felt different—hectic in a way that left her craving the quiet familiarity of home.
In the rare moments of stillness, Ethan crossed her mind.
It wasn’t something she planned or expected, but she’d catch herself thinking about him in the middle of revising a logo or reviewing color palettes. She’d remember the steady calm in his voice, the way his eyes softened when he spoke, and how he always seemed so grounded despite the invisible weight he carried.
On her third night away, she found herself sitting by the hotel window, sketchbook in hand. Instead of working on her latest project, she began drawing the scene she missed most: Ethan at his usual seat by the coffee shop window, his laptop open, coffee in hand, a faint crease between his brows as he concentrated. The lines came easily, as if her hand remembered details her mind hadn’t consciously registered—the way his tie always seemed just slightly loosened, the calm confidence in his posture.
She smiled to herself, shaking her head. Why does he keep slipping into my thoughts?
Hannah knew she barely knew him, but there was something about Ethan that lingered. He seemed like the kind of person who gave more than he took, who held the world together for others without asking for anything in return. She admired that about him, but it also made her wonder: did he ever let anyone see the cracks? Did anyone truly know him?
The next morning, as she grabbed a quick coffee before another meeting, she felt a pang of longing for the little coffee shop back home. She wondered if Ethan was sitting there now, glancing at the door the way she sometimes caught him doing.
“Soon,” she murmured to herself, gripping the cup tighter.
She’d be home in a few days, back to her routine, back to the coffee shop—and maybe back to the quiet rhythm she and Ethan had unknowingly started to share. And though she didn’t know what that connection might become, she couldn’t deny the quiet pull that drew her thoughts back to him, time and time again.
PS : Link to the next part Beneath the Silence 5 : A Return
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hmmmm notty girl !! This ain't the climax though 
