Whispers

"Lee"
He turned. It was her voice again, calling from the ethos. He paused, halting the shuffle of his feet. He peered around, but found no indication of life outside every day nature.
He waited. Just like he had been since the first time her voice had come to him. He figured that a voice speaking from nowhere and everywhere at the same time, probably had something important to say.
A length of time passed, but nothing else was uttered. The pattern continued. He heard her voice quite often now. Always he listened for something further, but to no avail.
Her voice, that simple utterance of his name, brought back happy memories, followed by dark. He had wandered since she left. Nothing had meaning, nothing had a point.
"Lee"
The voice seemed closer now. He loved her so, and soon he would home. But first, he had to find her. He had searched for so long, only to have missed her. Nothing was ever easy. He scanned everywhere nearby, knowing that she was there. But his search remained fruitless. The light was fading, he needed to be on his way.
Her voice always brought the same memories. The happy times together, the fun, the laughter, those wonderful nights with her in his arms, the sex. But it inevitably led to the dark memories. The fights, the hurtful words, crying, doors slamming, and then that one night when she just left. He had been traveling ever since.
"Lee"
He stopped again, looking around. He knew she was somewhere here. She had to be, how else could her voice come so clear. He peered into every nook and cranny. He was sure she was somewhere nearby.
The memories came as they always did. Good memories, bad memories. Happy times, bad times. And then there was that night she left. He had been lost ever since.
"Lee"
The bright light in his eyes hurt. He struggled away from it, trying to find relief in the dark coolness. But the voice wouldn't leave him alone. Over and over, she called his name. "Lee" He was losing control. He was weeping openly now. He couldn't take it anymore, he couldn't take the torture of knowing that he failed her. Knowing that he couldn't be what she wanted. He yearned for the release that he felt death would bring.
The light begin to fade, the cool darkness returning.
"Lee." she called again, this time, he could make out her form. She was just over the rise, waiting in the shadows in the woods. She was beckoning him onward, he knew that if he could only reach her, he would find that peace he sought.
"Lee, Mr. Lee. If you can hear us, please don't fight. You are bleeding severely, we need to stop the bleeding, Mr. Lee. We are going to get you to the hospital, Mr. Lee. Just stay with me, Mr. Lee." the voice was getting fainter as he got closer to her. Just a few more steps and he would be free.
"Shit, we're losing him. Mr. Lee stay with me. Mr. Lee..... He's going, give me the paddles."
He reached out and took her hand. The world exploded into light. He had found his happiness.
"Time of death, 10:40 a.m......"