My Silence was burning him"
The car slipped silently out of the mall's parking area when the manager asked,
"Sir, do you want to go anywhere else, or should we head straight to the hotel?"
Richer replied shortly,
"No… we'll go straight to the hotel."
The manager nodded.
"Alright, sir."
Richer cast a glance at Ramish.
Ramish's face had completely fallen.
He was staring out of the car window with lost, troubled eyes.
His gaze dim, his lips silent—his heart seemed to be wandering somewhere far away.
With a faint sigh, Richer took out his phone from his pocket and started scrolling through it.
He scrolled through different pages, absorbed in thought, until suddenly his eyes stopped on one post.
Beautiful, heart-touching words glowed softly on the screen.
He read them under his breath:
"If your beloved is upset with you, angry, and the fault is also yours…
then you should never delay in winning them back.
In love, a little sulking, a little making up… it happens.
In fact, it adds beauty to love.
Love shouldn't wait for the other person to come and make peace…
Sometimes, taking the first step keeps the warmth of love alive.
Maybe that person believes you will make things right—
don't let their belief break.
Love is the name of lowering your pride…
Love is the name of bending...and love means being content with whatever pleases your beloved."
Richer exhaled deeply after reading these words.
His eyes slowly drifted from the screen toward Ramish's face.
Silent tears were rolling down Ramish's cheeks.
He quietly wiped them with his right hand
and placed his hand back on the seat.
A pang of guilt stabbed Richer's heart.
Unease filled him.
He immediately turned off his phone
and gently placed his hand over Ramish's.
Ramish looked at him—
a brief, painful glance—
and tried to pull his hand away,
as if he wanted to hide his hurt
or show his quiet displeasure…
But Richer held his hand firmly,
as though he wanted to confess his mistake without uttering a word.
He took out a handkerchief from his pocket
and silently extended it toward Ramish.
Ramish made a slight face but took it quietly,
wiped his tears,
and placed it back on Richer's palm with a light push.
Richer gave a faint smile
and tucked the handkerchief back into his pocket.
Then, with a soft smile full of apology,
he held both his ears in the classic gesture of "I'm sorry,"
but Ramish turned his face away and looked out the window—
though a small smile tugged at his lips.
Seeing that little smile, Richer also smiled—
and wondered how he would soothe all of Ramish's hurt.
Just then, Ramish opened the window,
folded his arms on the frame,
rested his chin on them,
and began gazing outside.
Ahead, the stunning view of the shoreline spread out.
The salty sea breeze filled the car.
The sun was sinking toward the horizon…
its golden light trembling on the waves—
a scene so beautiful it touched Ramish's heart.
"Close the window," Richer said softly.
But suddenly Ramish spoke to the manager:
"Turn the car toward the beach."
Richer looked at him in surprise.
"Ramish… we have to leave early in the morning.
Let's go to the hotel and rest.
Tomorrow we can go to the Abu Dhabi beach."
But Ramish looked at him with deep, broken eyes
and said in a low but firm tone:
"I want to go to the beach… now."
Richer tried to reason with him,
but today Ramish wasn't ready to listen at all.
His voice held the same sadness,
the same silent complaint
that always left Richer helpless.
Finally, Richer sighed
and said to the manager,
"Take the car to the beach."
As soon as the car stopped at the edge of the beach, Ramish immediately stepped out and, without saying a word, walked toward the shore.
Richer quietly followed him.
Ramish reached one of the long wooden beach chairs, leaned back, lay down slowly, and closed his eyes.
As if he wanted to drown the noise inside him in the sound of the waves…
As if he wished to hand over the tiredness of his heart to the cool sea breeze.
Richer sat on the chair beside him.
Seeing the deep sadness and silence spread across Ramish's face, his own worry grew even heavier.
Softly, he said:
"Ramish… forgive me. I said too much to you.
I didn't mean any of it—it's just that when you said what you did, I lost my temper,
and I ended up saying more than I should have not to say.
Now please… end your anger and talk to me.
If you're upset with me and need to take it out—take it out on me.
I'm ready… just please, talk to me.
I can't bear this silence of yours anymore."
Ramish slowly opened his eyes
and in a calm, steady voice said:
"Richer… lean back and lie down.
Close your eyes… and let yourself relax.
This wind… this air… it pleases the heart,
and the moment it touches the body, it brings peace."
Richer insisted with gentle frustration,
"Talk first… then everything else."
Ramish got up quietly.
He placed his hands on Richer's shoulders and gently pushed him back so he could rest against the chair,
then straightened Richer's legs and even took off his shoes—
as if he genuinely wanted Richer to be completely at ease.
Then he pulled his own chair closer to Richer's,
lay down beside him, closed his eyes,
and began absorbing the atmosphere of the sea.
A few moments later, Richer spoke softly:
"Ramish… I need to talk to you."
Ramish opened his eyes.
"I'm listening, Richer. Tell me."
Richer turned his face toward him,
his voice becoming small and innocent:
"Are you… still upset with me?"
Ramish sighed and replied gently:
"Richer… I love you deeply.
How could I ever stay upset with you?"
Richer asked anxiously:
"Then why weren't you talking to me?
Why were you ignoring me?"
With hurt in his tone, Ramish replied:
"I felt… you didn't trust me.
That you believed I would lie to you?
That thought… that alone hurt me the most."
Richer immediately took his hand.
"Please don't think that, Ramish…
It's my fault. I was angry—
and worried for you—and that's why things escalated."
Ramish nodded slowly.
"It's okay… I understand."
Then added softly:
"But yes… seeing you worried for me felt good.
It felt good that my silence mattered to you."
Richer smiled, full of affection and gentle complaint:
"Then fix your mood now.
I don't like seeing you so quiet… so sad."
A faint smile appeared on Ramish's lips.
"My smile exists because of you, Richer.
If you're here, then I exist…
If we exist, then everything exists…
If you're not here—there is nothing… not even me."
Richer blinked and smiled,
then slowly turned on his side, came closer to Ramish,
and rested his head on Ramish's arm
as if making it his pillow.
In a soft, nostalgic voice, he said:
"Ramish… do you remember that evening
when we first came to watch the sunset at the beach?
The sun is painting the same colors across the waves today.
Do you remember, Ramish?
And then… on the day of our last meeting,
we went to this very shore again."
Ramish replied gently:
"Richer, I remember everything.
I have kept all your memories safe inside my heart.
Every moment spent with you is carved into me."
A Beautiful poetry:
He had a different relationship with me...
He would get angry with me, then he would get angry with himself...