End Poem Mga Nobela at Kwento

Of a wild, beautiful noise that will sound long after we’re gone, kept safe in the heart of the son we made, and will one day, proudly, let go. THE END

If ever we may have the chance to see each other again, I would still thank you, personally. Sincerely, Alexandra P.S. I am looking forward to reading all of your written pieces. Alexandra can hear her heart beating so fast and heavy. It wasn't a regular heartbeat. And yes, every beat is telling her that she is missing a part in her letter. Something more vivid, more like a three-lettered word, more like a confession.

I believe anything she wrote was perfect. But this one. This one was the last poem she wrote. Or perhaps I should say she never truly got to finish it. This was her last incomplete. "My mo-aunt," I said shakily, lifting my gaze from the countertop to stare at Emily. "It was hers. Her words. Her title for her poem. It was her poem," I whispered at the end as my throat began to close up as the memories took control over my thoughts. "Why would the note-

That was what attracted her husband to her in the first place. "So baby what is the poem about?" He asked. "Okay, Edgar Allan poe shows off his amazing talent in the manipulation of language sounds here, perhaps his best-known poem after The Raven, I think, I really love this poem, though it ends in tragedy, I love it so much. The story itself is a Poe favorite, just like it's one of my favourite can you imagine, the tragic death of a beautiful, loved girl, died after her “high-born kinsman” separated her from the lover.

I guess that true love stories never have endings after all. Dean took my hand in his and interlocked our fingers as the flight attendant announced that the plane was about to take off. "Let's go home, shall we?" He said with the most beautiful smile. T H E E N D. _____ Thanks for reading! ~Chris xx.

"Mr. Wayne, this is the repaired dashcam footage." Wayne took it and pressed play. Arden's broken voice came through the speaker. "Wayne… I've known for a long time that you could walk, but still, congratulations. And thank you for risking your life to save me five years ago. But this marriage you built out of lies, letting me live in fake happiness—it has to end. I don't blame you for deceiving me, but I'll never forgive you either. Goodbye, Wayne…" Her words were cut short by a deafening explosion.

Who knows how l will end up? The fourth prince happened to see Er Lin's discomfited appearance and it reminded him of the white moonlight in his heart - the woman he had to give up in order to gain power and possibly become emperor. In the end, he chose Er Lin. Both Du Xiang and Er Lin had to offer up their wrists so that the princes knew they were virgins and then they stood behind the prince who picked them.

Perhaps, because I had finally let go, my spirit began to fade. In the end, under the sunlight, I dissolved into countless shimmering fragments. If there was a next life, I wanted to be like a sunflower, radiant and free from worries.

progressive-markdown_:is(p,blockquote,ul,ol,h1,h2,h3,h4,h5,h6)]:pr-8"> _*]:min-w-0 gap-3 standard-markdown"> No matter where life takes us after today, whatever roads our pups walk or seasons change this garden, a part of us will always live in this exact moment. Some moments do not end when they end. They just become part of you. And I will carry this one, all of it, for the rest of whatever comes next.

will shine upon you, forever and ever. --------- 💍 THE END 💍 Thank you for reading this story! 🥰❤️🌕🐺