KYLVRS . / VIOLENT SILENCE .
there were so many things left unsaid between them –––– from the moment the confession of adultery spilled from her lips , no other words had been spoken between the pair . she didn’t blame him , not that she ever stood in the position to do so , but she knew what loyalty meant to him . it was a vicious self-destructive cycle she put herself through , once going as far as using his own twin brother for the same purpose . contrary to him , she grew up in a warm , loving , expressive household –––– where they all wore their hearts on their sleeves , a genetic trait that seems to have only skipped her . they stay frozen in their spots , her eyes on him ( and daring not go below ) , his eyes anywhere else . she’s afraid to excuse herself into the bathroom , not knowing the next time the two will be forced to remember the other exists . her eyes draw to the glimmering object dangling from his hand , ( which sits in a place she should work on erasing from her mind ) , her bones chilling in their root . she questions why he still has it , who will be the next person he offers it to , ( it shouldn’t matter to her , but she remembers when she tried it on as he laid asleep next to her one night , can still feel the ghost feeling of the cold band on her ring finger , scorching her ) . she clears her throat , eyebrows raised towards the bathroom where she can see the fogged mirror . she attempts to side step around him , trying to find her way in . ‘ excuse me ‘ she whispers , feeling her insides churn & skin crawl with distaste towards herself , ‘ sorry ‘ .
he’s not moving . it’s because he misses her presence . he doesn’t step aside , he doesn’t make it easy for her to leave him alone in the hallway , and it’s all in part with his relentless stubbornness . instead , he just fiddles with the clasp of the ring’s chain until he can pry it open with stubby , bitten to the quick fingernails and put it back around his neck to reclaim it’s usual haunt ––– the spot right next to st . benedict . “ y’know why i still have it , ky ? ” he can feel contempt rising up the back of his throat , it’s poisonous taste coating his tongue completely . she’s slipping from his grasp again , and the only way to keep her for a little while longer is to fight . of course , noah doesn’t come to this conclusion as elegantly . he just lets the seed of hurt that she’d planted inside of him when she left bloom into something hateful . “ ‘cause i can’t wait to see the look on your fucking face when it’s on some other bitch’s finger . this ring . ” the tone of his voice is level , jovial , even . he knows the length of his crimes . he’s not looking at her , but he doesn’t have to be . he clenches his jaw tight to keep the words in that threaten to follow . there’s so much more that his temper wants said . but it’s been 24 years , and noah jesus has half - bested his inherited rage . but only half , demonstrated by the way his less - than fingernails are digging into the skin of his palm as he balls one of his fists tight .

















