That Half-Broken Bench: Silence: A Museum for a Former Self

<p>It was a love that tasted of rain and the promise of forever. A sanctuary built on a fallen tree branch shielded from a world that moved too fast. He was the boy who learned the rhythm of her heart; she was the girl who taught him peace.</p><p>Then came the silence. A digital severance so brutal it left no scar only a phantom ache. Her name became an anonymous label and their shared history was reduced to a story with its final chapter torn out.</p><p>This is a novel about the echoes of a goodbye that was never spoken and the search for a way to live with the shape of what remains.</p>