The Sound Of Her Voice นิยาย & เรื่องราว

she screamed, her voice echoing off the walls. "This is why we keep fighting because it feels like we're shouting into a void. Our words fall on deaf ears and our attempts at communication are met with silence. It's as if we're speaking different languages, unable to bridge the gap between us. I long for the version of you that I used to know and cherish. Who on earth has manipulated your mind so severely?" Her voice came out as a high-pitched squeak. Her eyes are brimming with emotion, and I am utterly captivated by her gaze. My body is tingling and my thoughts are jumbled, making me feel strange and out of place.

May God give me the strength to withstand her moans and licks without losing my hard cold stance. I see her smiling through eating and boom, she lights up my whole world just like that in a flick of a second. "Start your food too and then we'll talk." Her voice is like a caress of a rose petal around my ear lobe making me shiver because of the sudden impact of her sweet voice, bringing me back from my la-la land. Her voice is something man! It's like dark brown velvet, so soft and cosy that I want myself to wrap up in it.

But even the deaf could hear it in her voice. She was far from okay.

she cried, her voice a raw, desperate gasp, filled with a palpable terror, a sound that ripped at the very fabric of the silence, tearing through the air. Her eyes, wide and swimming with unshed tears, stared up at me, pleading, questioning, utterly terrified. The sound of her voice, the sheer, naked fear in her eyes, was a strange melody in my ears.

Then it went through. “Hello," her quiet voice echoed.

I know this because I sat outside it for hours two nights ago. I turn east. Walk thirty feet. Then I hear it. Not through the walls. The acoustics on this floor carry sound down the corridor in odd ways, bouncing off linoleum and glass. A voice. Low, controlled, on the edge of not being controlled anymore. I know that voice. "—calling everyone I know. I'm going to find a way to get her here. Just keep her cool. Keep her—" It breaks. A sharp, bitten-off fracture, like someone snapping a branch and catching the pieces before they hit the ground.

She met his gaze without flinching, her voice cutting through the stunned silence, clear and sharp as shattered glass: “You need to listen.”

She laughed—a dark, feminine sound. Then her tone dropped. “Then watch me touch what you own.”

She asked. "Problems? With a S?" I asked. I couldn't stop talking to her and this might be due to the effect of the alcohol but I like her voice. I want to keep hearing her talk. I don't want her to stop talking, the sound of her voice seems to have a calming effect on me and...I cannot explain it but I don't want her to stop talking. "I assumed..."