The Gentle Voices Lie Novels & Stories

“ Meara!” The whispers started again, soft but notable. I tensed, my eyes snapping open. I scanned the field, but there was no one in sight. The sound seemed to come from the tree itself, from the rustling of its leaves. I pressed my palms against the rough bark and closed my eyes, focusing on the whispers. " Come... find... me..." The words were faint but distinct. My heart raced. Was I losing my mind, or was there something more to these whispers? I stood up, brushing the dirt off my jeans, and took a few steps back. The whispers grew louder, more insistent.

I said as I walk to the sala and sat on the chair. I leaned on the chair, sipping my tea calmly. I heard footsteps near me I didn't bother to look who's walking near me. "Hands up," I heard Livv's voice, I smiled mentally as I raise both of my hands in the air. "Livv, good to see you here," I said as I stand up facing him, hands still in the air. "You lied," He said, angry and his eyes were red. "I didn't lie to you I just didn't tell you that's different," I said mocking him, looking at him intently. He pointed my the gun and chuckled.

The sky was an endless white, not clouded, but hollow like the inside of an eye. She sat up slowly. The compass lay beside her, its needle no longer red but a soft, pulsing gold. It was quiet. Too quiet. Then A sound like static disguised as wind whispered through the field. And within it, voices hundreds, maybe thousands flickering in and out. “she’s awake” “stabilize the core field” “signal breach at node Thirteen” She pressed her palms to her ears, but the voices weren’t outside. They were in her.

Only silence. Genesis napped soundly beside me, her small body curled close, her hand clutching her stuffed rabbit. I tried to close my eyes too, but the weight in my chest made sleep impossible. Instead, I lay still, listening to the faint whistle of the wind through the windowpanes. My mind replayed his voice again and again. Can we talk? Not about the past. About now. The words echoed, simple but heavy, like they carried more than he could admit.

Echo POV The voices are screaming now, a chaotic symphony of go, go, go. I push the door open, slow, and step inside. Her scent hits me harder here, lavender, vanilla, her. She’s in bed, curled under the blankets, her hair spilling across the pillow like ink. I stand there, frozen, watching her chest rise and fall. She’s so close. I could reach out, touch her, claim her right now. The voices want it. Take her, Echo. She’s yours. She’s always been yours.

The scent around me was faintly lavender, clean linens, and something else—something warm, earthy, almost like… cinnamon and smoke. Then I heard them. “Lyra?” The voice cracked—strained, filled with barely restrained desperation. “She’s awake… Oh my goddess—Lyra? Baby, can you hear us?” Another voice. This one deeper, edged with a trembling sort of relief that made my skin prickle. My eyes fluttered toward the sound. I couldn’t see them yet. Everything was blurred and slow, like waking from a dream I couldn’t remember. But I heard them. Heard the storm of emotion in their voices.

His voice remains calm. Controlled. That somehow makes it worse. I stare out the glass windows of my office. The city stretches endlessly below. Busy. Loud. Alive. Meanwhile my heart suddenly feels too loud inside my chest. “You left,” I say quietly. Another pause. Then— “I did.” No excuses. No lies. No attempt to deny it. And somehow that annoys me even more. “You don’t get points for honesty now.” “I know that too.” God. Why does he sound like this?

However, any glimpse of tranquility was abruptly shattered by the haunting voices that reverberated within the recesses of my mind, akin to an eerie chorus heralding a descent into madness. Those voices, once sinister and chilling, now twisted and distorted, permeated the eerie stillness with Killian’s haunting laughter. Each malicious chuckle seemed to snake through the air, sending shivers down my spine, while George's screams reverberated through my thoughts. Their resonance was enough to send my skin crawling, a visceral reaction that betrayed the very essence of my being.

No big declarations or dramatic confessions. Just the soothing sounds of the house and the gentle rhythm of two hearts learning to be soft again. ---

The doctor's voice was quiet, heavy. "Mr. Lousteau... I'm sorry. We did everything we could." Elroy pulled the sheet back, staring at my still face. His legs gave out. He hit the floor, mumbling over and over, "I don't believe it... I don't believe it... I don't believe it..."