I Loved You in The Silence ❤️‍🩹🫀 - Chapter 11: A Silence That Bleeds

Chapter 11: A Silence That Bleeds

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Ren didn’t go to school the next day.

Not because he didn’t want to.

But because he wasn’t allowed to.

Suspended.

Ten days.

That was the punishment they gave him—for something he never did.

For lies.

For rumors.

For being silent.

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He sat on the edge of his bed, unmoving, eyes glazed over as the sunlight crawled across the floorboards like time itself was trying to escape the room.

His backpack was still half-zipped, lying abandoned by the door. His uniform jacket lay crumpled where he had thrown it the night before.

On the desk sat a clean white paper. A pen beside it.

He didn’t write anything.

There was nothing left to say.

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That afternoon, Ren’s mother knocked softly at the door.

> “Ren?” she said gently. “I heard a noise... are you okay in there?”

There was a pause.

Then Ren answered, voice fragile but steady:

> “I slipped in the bathroom. Got a little hurt. I just... don’t feel well.”

> “Oh sweetheart, do you need a doctor?”

> “No. I’m okay. I just need to rest... maybe stay home for a few days.”

There was silence behind the door, then her soft voice again.

> “Alright. Just... let me know if you need anything, okay?”

> “Yeah. I will.”

But he wouldn’t.

He didn’t.

The moment she left, Ren collapsed into his bedsheets and screamed silently into the pillow, body shaking with sobs that felt like they were tearing him apart.

> “It’s all my fault.”

> “I made him disappear.”

> “I killed us.”

His hands clenched the fabric, knuckles white.

Memories came like shattered glass:

The piano in the music room.

Haruki’s laugh under the autumn leaves.

That one day Haruki wiped a tear from his cheek and smiled like it was okay to cry.

The letter—the letter—how he placed it gently by the door.

> “If I never wrote that… he wouldn’t be gone.”

> “If I never loved him… none of this would’ve happened.”

His chest heaved. He couldn’t breathe right. Everything around him blurred.

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The words they said at school echoed through his skull:

> “Freak.”

“Obsessed.”

“Disgusting.”

“He tried to undress him. Sick bastard.”

> “Maybe they’re right.”

He turned to the mirror by the window. His face looked unfamiliar.

So hollow.

So tired.

So hated.

> “I am disgusting.”

> “I ruined Haruki’s life.”

> “I deserve to bleed.”

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His mother had left that evening for a work trip—two days in a nearby city. She kissed him on the forehead before she left, her touch warm.

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> “Be good, alright?”

> “Yeah. I’ll be fine.”

She didn’t see the way his hand trembled when he waved.

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That night, the house was silent.

Too silent.

Ren stood in the bathroom, barefoot on the cold tiles, sleeves rolled up to his elbows.

The razor blade gleamed in his fingers.

He didn’t hesitate.

Not this time.

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He pressed it deep into the soft flesh of his left forearm—deeper than he ever had before. It split open like paper soaked in water.

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Blood poured, fast and warm, dripping onto the floor like ink staining a diary.

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But he didn’t flinch.

He didn’t cry out.

He just whispered:

> “I’m sorry, Haruki.”

> “I didn’t mean to ruin you.”

> “Please forgive me…”

He sank down against the wall, hand pressed weakly to his bleeding arm. His vision darkened at the edges.

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> “Even if I die here…”

> “At least you’ll be safe.”

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Across town…

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For the first time in nearly two weeks, Haruki opened his window.

Not because he wanted air.

But because something inside him snapped. Something he couldn't explain.

A pull.

A heaviness in his chest that wouldn’t let him sleep.

He hadn't left his room in days.

But tonight, he walked barefoot to the kitchen.

He hadn’t eaten much, but hunger wasn’t what drew him down.

It was a voice in his head that wouldn’t stop whispering.

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> “He’s gone.”

“He thinks you hate him.”

“He’s bleeding somewhere and you don’t even know.”

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Haruki sat at the table, heart pounding. He reached for his phone—half out of habit, half out of fear.

He didn’t know why.

Maybe he needed a distraction.

Maybe it was guilt.

Maybe it was something else.

But when the screen lit up, he froze.

63 Unread Messages

14 Missed Calls

The class group chat was flooded. Some laughing. Some shocked.

Then there were direct messages.

One from Nana stood out.

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> Nana: “Haruki. I don’t know if you’ll read this but—please, please, please talk to Ren. Yuto lied. Everyone believed him. Ren got suspended. The principal screamed at him. He didn’t even fight back. He just... stood there.”

“I think something’s wrong. Really wrong. No one’s heard from him since.”

“Please. Don’t let him go through this alone.”

Haruki felt the blood drain from his face.

He clicked another message.

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Riku: “Man… that principal meeting? Brutal. Yuto even said Ren undressed you, wtf. Everyone believed it. Even the teachers. How the hell did Ren not defend himself???”

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Nana: “Because he’s broken. Because he only ever cared about Haruki.”

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Nana (again): “He cried after school. Alone. You should’ve seen him.”

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Haruki’s hands shook.

He dropped the phone, heart crashing like thunder in his ears.

> “No. No. No…”

> “He didn’t tell anyone the truth?”

> “He let them shame him… because of me?”

Tears burned at the corners of his eyes.

> “Ren…”

He curled into himself, grabbing the hoodie Ren once lent him months ago—the one he

never returned. It still smelled faintly like lavender and rain.

He buried his face in it.

> “What did I do…”

> “What did I do to you…”

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Haruki didn’t know yet.

Not about the blood.

Not about the razor.

Not about the silence swallowing Ren’s room.

But he felt something terrible in the air.

Like a storm already passed.

Like a final breath had just been exhaled.

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