Novel & Cerita I Could Only Whisper Your Name

Not after everything else. "Anastasia?" I whispered, the name a mere breath, barely audible. I felt like a deer caught in headlights, unable to move, unable to think.

I couldn’t stop it. Somewhere through the fog, I heard my name. Faint, weak, desperate. Like someone calling to the dying. I wanted to answer, but my throat wouldn’t work. My eyelids fluttered, heavy, so heavy, and for a second I thought I saw someone leaning close. A face, blurred, too far away to know if it was a friend or enemy. My body felt like lead, but my heart hammered anyway. Another whisper. “Larissa.” Then silence.

She tasted like longing, like comfort I didn’t deserve. For a moment, I let myself get lost—kissing her deeply, trying to drown out the name that echoed in the back of my mind. But no matter how close our bodies pressed, how warm she felt under my hands… it wasn’t Elena. I pulled back slowly, brushing a gentle kiss to her forehead. She opened her eyes, confused, lips still parted from the breathless high I’d led her to. “I’m sorry,” I whispered, my voice breaking as I laid beside her. “I thought I could forget. That maybe I could use this to push her out of me... but I can’t. I can’t do that to you. I can’t do that to myself.”

' I manages to whisper . As if she heard her name, Arya ran into the place panting hard . ' Admetos . ' she whispered brokenly . The sound of her voice was what I was waiting for . Now that I heard it, I could go to sleep . I closed my eyes and everything went black .

She read the poem on the topmost page: Blurry eyes, in a haze, Cry silently near the window, Go without speaking for days, Written words are all that remain. What did I do wrong? You call me a disgrace. Sleep with pretty women, perfect bodies Yet you dare show me that face? I sit by my lonesome, Never a hair out of place, Temptation walks by, You get in the way. Dismay, disarray, I seek comfort, The warmth of a stranger's arms,

he murmurs, his voice low and grounding, as if the single word could anchor us both. My throat feels raw, scorched, as though I’ve swallowed fire and smoke and every word I might have spoken has been burned to ash. I force out the only name that matters. “Violet?”

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I whispered "you can't come here. It's really messy and I don't want you to get involved in this" "Veronica Irene Walker" she slowly chanted my name, I closed my eyes and grip my shirt, I told her not to say that name. "Mom" I gently lowered my voice, I don't want others to hear this "how many times" I pause and ran my fingers through my hair and gripped it " how many times have I told you not to call me by that name" tears started forming on the stem of my eyes, "I'm sorry" she released a breath "Sorry honey I'm just really-"

Whisper's POV I sit on the cold ground and stare up at the sky as the snow falls, landing on my face and tongue as I marvel at it’s beauty. I shake my head free of the white flakes and head to the tent I’ve conjured and sit on the pillows and cover myself with a pink fuzzy blanket. It’s been 2 months that he hasn’t even seen me, his darkness had taken a strong hold in him. The doors to the house have been sealed with bricks from the inside, I can’t even look to get a glimpse of what is happening to him. I hope he’s okay but without me to help him fight it off, I don’t think he can win. I shake my head, he doesn’t even know he is in a battle and the girl with him, she’s pure evil, deceit

she whispered, breathless, her voice trembling as she clung to him. He groaned at the sound of his name on her lips, his pace growing more fervent. “That’s it,” he murmured, voice rough and low, his lips brushing against her skin. “Say my name, Althea. I want it to be the only thing you remember when you shatter in my arms.”