Echo Of Her Voice นิยาย & เรื่องราว

She looked like a ghost, haunted by the voice she’d just heard. My voice. I leaned back, watching the silent movie to play out.

Parang nawalan ako ng balanse nang magtama ang aming mga mata. Kitang kita ko ang pagbago ng emosyon sa mga mata nito from being warm and honest to cold at parang walang emosyon. She immediately put back the walls. At umayos ito nang upo upang mag mukha muling elegante at tumingin muli sa akin. “Excuse me?” sabi nito. Her voice was rich at napakagandang pakinggan nito. Her voice hinted something sweet, na parang honey or chocolate.

“She’s your weapon.” Her gaze hardened. “And we have to stop her before she turns the whole world into one big experiment.” I opened a new encrypted feed, pulling up the last known signals from the Council’s satellites. “Then we start here. Their communication grid. If we trace where her broadcast originated—” “Wait,” she interrupted, eyes narrowing. “You said ‘her broadcast’? You’ve seen it?” Lucas nodded. “While you were in the simulation. She made a global statement — neutral tone, full of Council propaganda. She called it Echo Protocol.”

France blew out a deep sigh again. Ipinikit niya ang kaniyang mga mata at inisip niya ang mga magagandang nangyari sa kaniya this past few months. It worked. Fortunately, she calmed. Nabuwag ang kaniyang calming process nang tumunog ang kaniyang cell phone. She grabbed it from her bag. Dali-dali niyang sinagot. “Hello,” bungad niya. Frances tried to hide her cracked voice.

Ayaw kong makita niya ang mga emosyon sa aking mata. Nanatili lang akong nakatingin sa aking repleksyon kahit na nagtagal ang katahimikan sa pagitan namin. Tila nahihirapan siyang sagutin ang biglaang tanong ko. "Sithya," The way she called my name is so soothing. Her voice is soft and sweet that made me looked at her and met her gentle eyes.

Sumisigaw na sabi ko, ngunit tanging echo lang ng boses ko ang aking naririnig. Mayamaya ay may kumalansing ulit mula sa aking likuran. Paglingon ko mula do'n, may isang matandang babae akong naaaninag mula sa madilim na sulok—may kung anong liwanag itong hinahawakan kaya nakita naaninag ko siya kaagad. "Sino ka? Nasaan ako?" Um-echo pa rin ang boses ko sa lugar na iyon.

O baka naman ay namamalik-mata lang ako at hindi naman talaga ganoon ang klase ng ngiti niya kanina? “Ayos ka lang ba? May masakit ba sa iyo?” Napaawang ang labi ko ng marinig ko ang malamyos na boses niya. Her voice that I missed still sounds the same, that sweet, angelic yet cold voice made my heart tripled its beat. The harsh and loud beating of my heart are the only thing I could hear. I’m going to miss her voice and the way it made my heart do a somersault. I’m going to miss her voice and its effect to me, the way her voice easily calm my hot temper down, the way her sweet voice made me feel love and cherish.

“Ang babae na tinuturing mong kahinaan. Pero siya rin ang rason kung bakit natapos ka.” At pinakawalan ko ang apoy. Hindi apoy ng galit, kundi ng pagbitaw. Ang echo ay sumigaw, at ang mundo ay nagliyab. Matteo’s POV (Real World) “Signal spike!” sigaw ko. “The echo’s collapsing—she’s fighting back!” “Pull them out!” utos ko sa console. Biglang umilaw ang mga monitor. Isang matinding tunog ng static, tapos — tahimik.

Nagmistula tuloy siyang pipi at bingi dahil sa lakas ng kabog ng kanyang dibdib. "You got me clear this time, right?" she heard him try to confirm. Nang silipin niya ito ay nakasubsob pa rin ito sa unan. "The right one. Not just a mistake but the right one." She gasped. Her hand covered her mouth in an instant when she finally felt her ability to talk came back. God help her that moment for suddenly wanting to wail out a cry - that type that threatens to be so loud it could have been heard across outer space.