Echo Of Her Voice Novels & Stories

Hindi niya alam kung kinakausap ba siya nito dahil tila blurred at distorted na tunog lamang ang pumapasok sa tenga niya. Hanggang sa nagpatuloy pa din ang mga nararamdaman niya na mas lalo pang tumindi. Hindi na kinakaya ng sistema niya ang kumbulsyon na nararanasan hanggang sa naramdaman na lang niya ang paghila ng puting liwanag pero bago pa siya tuluyang mahila nito ay malinaw niyang narinig ang ilang salita. " You're not alone. I'm here."

Meron ding audio recorder sa suot kong hikaw. I inhale and exhale. "Okay. Let the show begin!" I said confidently. ----Amvernheart----

I said, my voice soothing and calming, hoping to pull her out of whatever nightmare she was experiencing. “Elio! Please save me... Help...” Her voice, barely a whisper, carried a depth of desperation that clenched my heart. It was as if she was reaching out from a place of profound danger, her plea was so visceral it felt like it was happening right in front of me. Her hands flailed in the air, and I quickly grabbed them to keep her safe. I’d been calling her name and shaking her gently, but she wasn’t responding. Her pleas grew more frantic, her body writhing as if trapped in an inescapable nightmare.

Ngunit bago pa man siya makapag-isip nang mabuti, isang tinig ang biglang sumigaw mula sa hindi kalayuan. “Kyro!” Isang matinis at klarong boses ng babae ang umalingawngaw, tila kulay dilaw ang tunog nito, maliwanag, at may tinatagong tensyon.

But it helped. I reached for the walkie beside me, turning the knob even though we’d already tried every frequency. “Still nothing,” I muttered. Caite gave a lazy shrug and tired voice. “Try one more. For luck.” So I did. The knob clicked. Then—crackle. A whisper bled through the static. “…dagat ng apoy… may silungan…” Caite sat up. “Wait. Shh.” I cranked the volume. The voice was faint. Uneven. Like it was underwater.

Walang siyang narinig na nagsasalita. "Hello?"there was an eagerness in her voice. ("Ahm.. hello Alethea?")Ngunit nanlumo siya akala niya ang ate na niya ang tumatawag. "Kenneth?". paniniguro niya, this kind of voice a gentle and sweet na masarap sana sa tenga kumbaga sa babae ito ang mahinhin na klase. ("Yes it's me..") as usual his shy type sound.

I clutched Azi close, my tears burning at the edges of my eyes as I whispered silently to myself—trying to believe, trying to hold on to the man I knew. But the echo of that voice wouldn’t leave me. For a moment, the world around me stilled. The ticking of the clock, the faint hum of the air outside, even the sound of my own breath—it all vanished into silence. My chest felt hollow, as though someone had carved the air out of my lungs and left nothing but ache. The phone lay on the floor, lifeless, yet its echo clung to my ears, sharp and cruel.

Saglit pa akong napatitig sa pinto at akmang tatalikod na para umalis nang marinig kong magsalita siya mula sa loob. “That's open.” Her cold voice echoed on my ears repeatedly like she just whispered it. Nangilabot ako roon. “A-Are you busy?” I asked, failed to stop myself from stuttering. “Why don't you see it yourself? I told you, it's open.”

I'm getting wet while reminiscing those wild old days with Blake! Huminga ako ng malalim bago pinihit ang doorknob ng bathroom. "Uhm, Blake?" tawag ko rito. And I wanna slap myself with the hoarse voice that came out of my mouth. Why does it sounds husky? Parang nilalandi ko tuloy siya! I cleared my throat and tried again. "Blake? Favor please?" paki-usap ko at nilakasan lalo ang boses. "Sure. What is it, Ria?" narinig ko ang boses niya at ilang saglit pa ay nasa harap ko na siya. Buhat buhat niya pa si Lilac.

tawag ko sa kanya. Pumasok ulit kami sa opisina. Nang ilabas niya ang phone sa bulsa, lumakas ang tunog at nabosesan ko ang kumakanta. “Who’s singing?” She gasped. She is always excited everytime I ask questions, as if she is happy that I want to know something from her. She’s cute when she’s childish. Buti at hindi siya ganito kapag seryoso na kami sa work. “Ulan.”