The Love That Was Never Chosen: Solua’s Silent Struggle and Nency’s Broken Heart
A silent tale of a broken heart, where love existed—but never bloomed.
Solua was never heartless. He loved Nency, quietly, deeply—but never loudly. His eyes often searched for her, and his heart beat a little faster when she laughed. But he never said a word.
Why?
Because he was not allowed to.
Born into a family where love was a decision, not a feeling, Solua was always reminded:
"Marry where we say. Don't dream beyond your status."
He tried. He truly tried to forget her.
But how do you un-love someone who gave you silent comfort just by existing?
Nency, on the other hand, waited. She noticed his silent glances, his hesitation, his distance.
She had her heart full of hope… until one day, he disappeared.
No goodbye. No explanation. Just silence.
People say one-sided love is beautiful.
But they forget—sometimes, both hearts beat together… but only one is brave enough to speak.
Solua's silence wasn’t rejection. It was helplessness.
And like many boys bound by duty, he chose what he was told—not what he felt.
Nency?
She cried, yes.
But then… she stood up.
Because even broken hearts can walk again.
About the Creator
Silent Tears
Hello, I’m Shahbaz a passionate writer, observer of emotions, and a voice for those who stay silent. Through my stories, I believe every feeling deserves words.
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