He could hear a voice, soft and steady like haunting vocal, echoing through the empty hallway. It didn't offer grand solutions, only a simple, repetitive command: "Hush."
"Hush, little child," the voice seemed to sing to the grieving man within him. "Dry your eyes." Seibold - Hush (feat. Garrison Starr) (Audio)
One particularly restless midnight, the rain began to drum against the roof, sounding like a steady, rhythmic "mmm, mmm" that mirrored the humming in his own mind. He walked to the window, looking out into the yard. Somewhere out there, beneath the old oak tree, was the of his history—the place where he had buried the "bones" of a life he once knew. He could hear a voice, soft and steady
Every time he closed his eyes, his head filled with —not the kind that rattled chains, but the kind that sat at the edge of the bed and reminded him of every word he should have said. He walked to the window, looking out into the yard
He took a breath, letting the silence of the morning finally be just that—silence.