Chapter 413
There are many kinds of silence.
Generally, silence is awkward and uncomfortable. Humans are, more or less, social creatures—so even those who don’t enjoy talking to others tend to feel uneasy when sitting alone with someone in complete silence. They might wish not to speak, but only breathe a sigh of relief once they’ve left ⊛ Nоvеlιght ⊛ (Read the full story) the situation.
There’s a reason why people pull out their phones or stare at the changing numbers when they get into elevators.
Well, someone who’s completely given up on social interaction might find silence natural, but I don’t think I’m that far gone.
If the silence isn’t awkward or tense, then it usually means everyone has something they want to say but is trying very hard to hold it in.
And in this case, the kind of silence filling our room was exactly that.
To be more precise, it was the kind of silence where everyone is holding back laughter—and the person who is the cause of that laughter isn’t exactly enjoying themselves.
That’s right. I was the cause.
More specifically, the posts I wrote in the past were.
"Ahem!"
Claire barely stifled her laugh with a cough.
She’d made it clear that unless I read the post aloud, she’d keep it in my face for the rest of our internet-using days in this world.