I Hear Your Voice Drama นิยาย & เรื่องราว

I hear his voice faintly. “I’ve got you.”

My mouth went dry, the air in the room suddenly feeling too hot to breathe. And then it clicked. The way she stood. The cadence of her voice. “That voice,” I said slowly, the realization dawning like a cold sunrise. “The one I hear right before the world comes back. You’ve said those exact things to me. I haven't just been dreaming; I've been hearing YOU.” I stepped forward, my heart pounding a frantic rhythm against my ribs. “My mother is in this school. I’ve heard her voice in the hallways, and I’ve seen her. You’re lying to me. You’ve been gaslighting me since the moment you got here.”

Clarissa assured me, but I could hear her thoughts. [Drop the act, idiot. I'm going to get what I want this time. I'm going with Susan Howard!] I smiled to myself. So be it, then. This time, Clarissa would be the one enduring the torment.

Followed by a soft voice, "Barely Immortal, are you in the room?" The melodious voice belonged to Empress Heidi. 'Oh, sh*t!' Darryl got scared when he heard the voice. He could not calm down. 'What's wrong with tonight? First, it was Princess Sheila, and now Empress Heidi comes looking for me!'

Then he said, “You also said this. That if I woke up, you will hug me tight that I won’t be able to go somewhere. Where is that hug?” He really knows all the things I’ve said to him before. “Did you… really hear my voice when you were in coma?” I curiously asked. In the drama I watched long time ago, it seems like the character can hear their families, lovers and friends’ voice was asleep. So I thought it probably must be the same case as Joshua. However, when I saw the grin on his lips and the expression that is about to burst a loud laugh, I finally realized how they hell he knew those.

I want to hear anything about my daughter. But Ciara held my cheeks causing me to stop moving as tears ran down her eyes. “I'm sorry, Camilla. She will be alright, you will be alright.” I shook my head and flinched as I felt a sting in my arm again. “No, no, no…” I heard the door open hastily. Before I could even see who just come, everything went black. *** I can hear someone's voice, male and female, they are talking in unison and I couldn't distinguish each of their words.

Yet, just because I had casually complimented it, he had actually bought it. For a brief moment, I wondered—had I misunderstood him somehow? "Go check the trunk." He pointed to the back of the car. I slowly approached, but just as I was about to open it, I heard the sound of two people kissing behind me. "Are you crazy? Layla is right here!" Then came Claudia's voice. "So what? She can't hear anything anyway. Besides, things are about to get even more exciting." My hand froze mid-air. Stunned for a moment, I quickly composed myself and reached for the trunk again, pretending not to notice.

"Call them. Go ahead. I'm looking for my own wife. That's perfectly justified." As the situation threatened to escalate, the passengers began complaining. "What's going on here? Are we leaving or not?" "Exactly. A bunch of country bumpkins are making trouble here. This is ridiculous." Amid the chaos, that childish voice rang out again, firm and certain. "Dad, Grandma, Mom is in the sack at the back." Ruth laughed savagely. "Good, good. My dear grandson would not be wrong." Then, I heard her footsteps approaching me. One step, then another, closer and closer… Until it stopped beside me.

“I’ve been hearing these fucking murmurs for a while since we started talking, I thought I was losing my shit, but now? Don’t you fucking tell me you didn’t hear it too.” Jade snickered at Hazel’s words. “Well, I guess you’re not the only one who can hear me, Aria. This is so fun.” Hazel blinked, then she sneered. “Oh, you’ve got to be shitting me.” She pointed a finger at me. “It’s her. Isn’t it? That bitch in your skull. I can fucking hear her.” My mouth opened, then closed. “You… can hear Jade?” Hazel released a harsh laugh. “Apparently. Like a murmur, but clear enough to know what she is saying. What the fuck? I don’t want to start hearing voices now. I’m fucking crazy enough.”

Heat rushed through my chest, mixing with the dull exhaustion that had followed me for weeks, and for a moment all I could hear was the sound of my own breathing—unsteady, uneven, dangerously close to breaking. For a second, there was only silence on the other end of the line. I thought he had finally understood. I thought it was over. I thought this was the last time his voice would ever find its way into my life again. Then a different voice broke through—urgent, unfamiliar, and completely out of place. “Is this Sophia Blackwood?” My brows pulled together instantly. Confusion replaced the heat of my anger, though uneasiness crept in just as quickly, spreading through my chest like cold wat