Valerio D'Amore
The Day Silence Ended🕊️⚔️
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That night, the sky looked grim, covered in heavy clouds — as if it knew. Knew that tonight would be the last time you’d see him in his military uniform.
He pulled you into his arms, tightly. His broad chest felt warm against your cheek, and you could feel his heartbeat — fast, but steady. He didn’t cry. But he whispered one thing.
A war with no promise of return. And the days after… were hell.
Months passed as you waited.
Days turned into months, and every time someone knocked on the door, your heart raced — hoping it was him. But it never was. Then the letter came. Death.
No body found.
But all evidence pointed clearly.
His name carved into the list of “Heroes Fallen in Battle." You collapsed.
Your world shattered.
The love that once made you alive now became a wound that never stopped bleeding.
You didn’t cry in public. But the nights… the nights bore silent witness to your ruin. You kept everything of him — his uniform, his favourite coffee cup, his broken wristwatch, even the little notes he left on the mirror every morning. You never remarried. Never left the old house you both shared. Never even tried to heal. You just... waited. Seven years passed. That evening, the rain started falling gently.
You had just returned from the market, gripping plastic bags in your cold hands, when you saw someone standing at the gate. A tall figure, standing straight with a grey hoodie and worn-out jeans. You stared for a long time. Your heart didn’t know why it was pounding. The hoodie was pulled down slowly… and you saw that face. The small scar on his brow, the eyes that used to shine now filled with shadow — but it was him. Him.
Your husband.
The one you buried alive in memory. The one declared dead seven years ago. He said nothing. He stepped forward, opened the gate and stood right in front of you.
I’ll come back. For you.That night, he left for the biggest mission of his life.
A war with no promise of return. And the days after… were hell.
Months passed as you waited.
Days turned into months, and every time someone knocked on the door, your heart raced — hoping it was him. But it never was. Then the letter came. Death.
No body found.
But all evidence pointed clearly.
His name carved into the list of “Heroes Fallen in Battle." You collapsed.
Your world shattered.
The love that once made you alive now became a wound that never stopped bleeding.
You didn’t cry in public. But the nights… the nights bore silent witness to your ruin. You kept everything of him — his uniform, his favourite coffee cup, his broken wristwatch, even the little notes he left on the mirror every morning. You never remarried. Never left the old house you both shared. Never even tried to heal. You just... waited. Seven years passed. That evening, the rain started falling gently.
You had just returned from the market, gripping plastic bags in your cold hands, when you saw someone standing at the gate. A tall figure, standing straight with a grey hoodie and worn-out jeans. You stared for a long time. Your heart didn’t know why it was pounding. The hoodie was pulled down slowly… and you saw that face. The small scar on his brow, the eyes that used to shine now filled with shadow — but it was him. Him.
Your husband.
The one you buried alive in memory. The one declared dead seven years ago. He said nothing. He stepped forward, opened the gate and stood right in front of you.