the echo in silence
Plans are made over dinner, but destinies stir in silence
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A while earlier during dinner
The soft clink of cutlery filled the elegant dining room. Simon sat at the long table, flanked by his mother and grandfather. The meal was quiet, almost formal — until his grandfather spoke up, as expected.
Issac Blackwood
(grumbling)This city—too fast, too loud. Everyone talks, no one listens. It’s not like the old days.
Nishan Sinclair (fl dad)
Yet here you are, back again.🙂
Issac Blackwood
Of course. My grandson is back. Four years is long enough — it’s time he started thinking seriously.
Simon’s lips curved slightly, but he kept his attention on his plate.
Issac Blackwood
So how is life Simon? Any plans for future
Simon Blackwood (Ml)
Just settling down grandpa
Issac Blackwood
Four years abroad, and now back to square one. (grumbling)
Simon’s hand froze briefly over his glass
Issac Blackwood
there is this gala coming next weekend.
Issac Blackwood
It is one of the biggest events organised. You should attend it. (to simon)
Nishan Sinclair (fl dad)
Yes, your mother and I won't be here that time and someone must go from the family. Why do you think Simon?
Issac Blackwood
And maybe take Amy with you. She’s from a good family. Well-spoken, graceful… the kind people expect beside someone like you.
And that's when it happened before he was listening to them quitely but mentioning the partner. Triggered something in him, something unknown
The slight shift in his eyes, the pause in his breath. That had triggered something. Not Amy. Not expectations.
But her.
A blurred memory of a voice that pushed back. Laughter that rang louder than music. Eyes that didn’t shy away from speaking the truth.
Simon Blackwood (Ml)
**Will she be there?**
(The thought came quietly, curling through his chest like smoke)
Clara Blackwood (ml mom)
Simon?(Softly)
He blinked. Snapped back. The fork in his hand now hovering midair
Clara Blackwood (ml mom)
Lost in thought already? Or did the mention of Amy scare you off?(teasing)
Issac Blackwood
Yaa he should think about her she is a good match for him Not like the ones always talking back or trying to make a point.
Simon’s fork froze midway to his mouth. His eyes met his grandfather’s, calm but firm
Simon Blackwood (Ml)
you are speaking like I had someone beside me whom you didn't like before. (softly smile)
The atmosphere froze like everyone just dazed for a moment like what he said unknowingly was true, like they got caught
Simon Blackwood (Ml)
besides It's just a gala, not an audition for a bride.(flatly)
Issac Blackwood
That’s the problem with you. Always dismissing things. Amy’s respectable, not the kind to argue or put on airs.(snapped out)
Simon Blackwood (Ml)
You mean she won’t disagree with me? That’s the goal now?(dryly)
Issac Blackwood
I mean she won’t humiliate you in front of others with her “opinions.”These broad-minded girls today — always debating like it’s some badge of honor
Simon’s gaze hardened. That stubborn memory still lingered — her bold stare, her honesty, her fire.
Simon Blackwood (Ml)
Being opinionated isn’t a flaw. It's just... honesty without filters.
A Moment of silence followed. Heavy, but familiar
Clara Blackwood (ml mom)
(Changing the subject gently)I’ll check with Amy’s family. If she’s available, maybe she can join.
Simon Blackwood (Ml)
You can ask her. I’ll go... if she says yes.(quitely)
Simon Blackwood (Ml)
(He pushed back his chair and stood up.)
I’m done. Thanks for dinner
And without waiting for another word, he walked away — leaving behind the lingering clatter of cutlery and a silence heavy with unspoken tension.
But even as his footsteps echoed down the hall, the question that had quietly rooted itself in his mind refused to let go—
Who are you? You real?
Will I be able to meet you?
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Thank you guys
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let's meet during the gala next week
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