Saidul Emon

Loneliness is Life

Loneliness is Life There’s a particular silence that lives inside the walls of the old apartment. It’s not the silence of peace or stillness, but one woven with years of forgotten conversations, missed opportunities, and empty nights. Amelia sat on her bed, the fabric of her worn-out blanket tangled around her legs, gazing at the single photograph on the wall. A family portrait, framed and slightly askew. Her mother smiled, her father grinned, and little Amelia was held between them, her cheeks flushed with childhood joy.