The voice never left me.
It was always there, a beacon in the darkness of the void.
I couldn't understand what it was saying.
But the mere sound of it had a calming effect on me.
The voice became my anchor.
It kept my mind awake.
Kept me wondering.
I wished to see the person at my side.
Wished to know who would sit with me and talk for hours on end.
That person would forever hold my gratitude.
It kept me alive and going.
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Echoes of Survival
Short StorySometimes all it takes is six seconds and your world is upside down. * * * In the aftermath of a moment that fractures the very essence of existence, this book delves into the depths of human resilience. It is a story that begins with a cataclysmic...
