THE WHISPER THAT NEVER FADES
she hears it...that whisper in the tranquil. . It is not a voice, not in the way we recognize or hear sounds. It's a presence, a feeling that scratches her mind when she's alone with her thoughts. It will emerge slowly and cautiously yet loud and thunderous, disrupting her subdued atmosphere, choking her with questions, words, and thoughts she didn't have answers to. why are you this way? why can't you let me out? Do you know who you are? why don't you embrace me? For years, she has ignored its existence, going about her life drowning herself with activities or distractions that utterly kept her mind busy and occupied. But the whisper never left. It lingered, biding time until the right opportunity arose. Over time, the weight of pretending became too much to bear; she took a pause, took a deep breath, and allowed the silence to overwhelm her, and for the first time ever…she listened! The whisper became an echo, soft and soothing, sometimes mysterious and hauntin...