Afterglow Poem Novels & Stories

"I open up your eyes and see the rules are there to set us free you keep on chasing but the world won't let you be they break you now but you're still here this light inside won't disappear believe that your love is meant for something real" Glaiza winked at me, my eyes widened and my heart started to beat faster than usual. Jesus! Glaiza! You're making me crazy! "And everytime you feel the fall we get back up, we face, we roll disguised in blackness fate anew the sun will rise to wash it through together we can see it coming the colours of once wilted end

The mirror cracked open. On the ridge above, the crater flared one last time. The sky turned the color of dawn even though the sun was still hours away. The light reached all the way to the horizon, touching the ruins of Aeloria and the sleeping forests beyond. For a moment, the world itself seemed to hold its breath. Then the glow dimmed, leaving only the slow pulse of silver from deep within the mountain. Nella lowered her spear, eyes wide. “Is it over?” Sybil stared at the crater, voice barely above a whisper. “No. It’s beginning again. But this time, the heart beats for both of them.”

Power lingers beneath my skin, volatile and grief-soaked, pulsing with every heartbeat that shouldn't exist without him. Around me, the sky groans—a wounded beast mourning its fallen. Silver bleeds into darkness, not like twilight, but like the world itself is weeping, like the last light of love is dying. And maybe it is. Maybe a part of the world did die with him. But I’m still breathing. And Cael is still here.

The reflection catches in the glass, catches with the rain, with the rain, with the storm. I see my own eyes, and the intensity of the glow surprises me. The intensity of the glow terrifies me. The intensity of the glow is everything. It is. It is. I don’t look away. I watch. I see. I know. It is raw and painful and bright and unbearably human. I don’t look away. I don’t. I don’t.

Yet Winona felt like it was a hundred times—no, a thousand times—colder than the depths of winter. From the moment she woke until now, Asher had not sent her a single message. The only two things he had said to her after walking through that door were lies. When she remained silent, Asher frowned in displeasure. "Come on, it's your birthday. Don't be angry with a child. We prepared a gift for you. See if you like it. I'll put it on you once you're discharged." As he finished speaking, he pulled out a gift box and opened it to reveal a diamond necklace inside. Anyone could tell they had randomly picked it up from a store on their way over.

He gave her his widest grin and pecked her lips this time around. "Hmm, lemme pour my own new poem for you. It's a lonely night Silently watching the heaven above that has no gap Quietly wishing it also has the small crack That is separating my heart from being one and whole The stars are getting acquainted to each other Helping the other twinkle And I wish they'd look down at me and flicker the dying Light in my soul and bring it back to life Still watching as the old dry palm branch shaped moon Slowly drifts down to the appointed term

I try to convince myself that I didn't know what he meant by that but it seems I know. And just like that, my lantern disappeared into the stars. The lanterns drifted higher, tiny flames trailing golden threads across the velvet sky. I lost sight of mine somewhere in the bloom of hundreds, but it didn’t matter. The moment was already carved into me like a scar I didn’t want to heal. Behind us, a hush settled over the garden, less reverent, more drowsy. The kind of hush that came after too much beauty, when the soul was too full to speak.

In the hush, fireflies rose among lilies, twinkling like tiny promises: light survives, even where grave markers once stood. Ophelia closed her fingers around the ring, feeling its cool curve against her pulse. *Little star, we made it past dawn. Now we learn how bright daylight can be.* ---

[Amaryllis] [At the time of the attack] The sky glows like sunrise, the power of several missiles exploding above us, tearing apart the near perfect dark of our moonlit night. Dawn is still several hours away, but as the air burns behind us, it looks like the sun is about to eclipse the horizon. It is equal parts beautiful and terrifying.

Moonlight bathed the glade in a silvery glow, and the air itself seemed to hum with a palpable energy. Elysia's eyes widened as she took in the scene before her. "This place… it's unlike anything I've ever encountered," she whispered, her voice filled with wonder.