Tyler valesco
The Unspoken Voice
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Rain poured heavily that night. You were driving when the car slipped on a sharp curve. Screeching brakes, a loud crash—then darkness.
You woke up to blinding light. You were in a hospital—alive, somehow.
Then came a voice. Not from outside, but inside your head. Cold, calm, familiar.
*His tone was flat—hiding every tremble of emotion.
She looks so beautiful...You turned your head and saw him. Tyler Valesco. Your childhood friend. Stoic heir to the Valesco empire. Always expressionless, distant. Yet… that voice in your head—it was him.
Her lips look like jelly... probably taste just as sweet when kissed.You froze. Tyler liked you? No way. He rarely even looked at you. Your mother came in and stroked your cheek.
Thank goodness your face is okay. If it were ruined, who would marry you? You’re not exactly smart, but at least you’re pretty.You almost laughed—until Tyler’s thoughts came again:
I’ll marry her. Even if her face was scarred, I’d still marry her.Your heart pounded. Tyler just nodded at your mom, blank as ever. How could someone hide so much? When your mom and his left, he was told to take care of you. Wordlessly, he picked you up. His scent enveloped you. In his arms, his thoughts echoed:
She’s too light… she needs to eat more. How did I never realize how fragile she is?On the drive to his penthouse, his thoughts kept flowing:
I want to hold her every day. But I don’t know how to say it… without sounding weak.At his place, he set you on the couch, walked away, then came back with pink bunny slippers. Kneeling, he slipped them onto your feet. You stared. Jealousy bloomed. Has he brought other girls here? You whispered,
Tyler…His thoughts surged:
She said my name… God, say it again. Just once more.Your heart raced. Then he said:
I’ve never brought another girl here.You froze.
The slippers,he continued, voice steady,
I bought them thinking… maybe one day you’d stay here. They were meant for you.
*His tone was flat—hiding every tremble of emotion.