The air in the diner tasted of stale grease and low-quality detergent, a scent that James had grown to find oddly comforting. Across from him, Alyssa was meticulously dismantling a sugar packet, her eyes fixed on the white grains spilling onto the Formica tabletop.
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James nodded. He understood now that silence wasn't just a lack of noise; it was a weight. For a long time, he had used silence as a shield, believing himself to be a psychopath who felt nothing. But since meeting Alyssa and embarking on their chaotic road trip across England, the silence had changed. It was no longer empty—it was full of everything they hadn't said. The air in the diner tasted of stale
"It’s too quiet," she said, her voice cutting through the hum of the refrigerator. He understood now that silence wasn't just a