There were times when the smooth voice would come back. Telling me about something he called his, "wife." The wife was named Mary. Mary made me happy and I wish I could see this Mary just like the Voice could. Apparently, she was very kind to everyone. Sweet, caring, funny and always happy.
Or at least she used to be.
From what I heard, she pretending to still be happy. To be okay. Though in reality, shes sick. I don't know how she's sick or why she is sick, but from what the voice told me, I do know one thing. That she is sick in a strange way.
"Hello again."
Hello.
"Hello?"
I'm listening.
There was a heavy sigh.
What is wrong?
"I can't do this anymore."
Do what?
" This is stupid. I don't know why I'm doing this."
Do what? What's wrong?
The voice never came back.
I was alone for good.
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