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.
"Hush, little child," the voice seemed to sing to the grieving man within him. "Dry your eyes." Seibold - Hush (feat. Garrison Starr) (Audio)
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." Every time he closed his eyes, his head