Nevermore Poem Novels & Stories

No matter how meticulously Eric tried to restore it, it could never be returned to its original state. The memories of him and Layla now existed only in my mind. He couldn't rebuild them—just as he couldn't rebuild what we once had. Other than the group photo from the exhibition, the entire top floor was filled with pictures of me. They documented my career milestones, celebrations, lectures, and even everyday shopping trips. There were tens of thousands of them. I was stunned. For a brief moment, I even thought about calling the police. It felt like Eric had hired a private investigator to track me down.

take me off her blacklist. Back then, I loved her. Even though it felt childish, I was still willing to indulge her. But now that I tried doing the same thing she used to do, I finally understood her. It really felt damn good. Deleting someone who wasn't worth it from my life felt like setting myself free. What I didn't expect was that the very next day, Bianca showed up at my company. I was reviewing a contract the department had submitted when my assistant, Max Young, knocked and came in.

I should have had more trust in him, but an uneasy feeling lingered within me. Stepping out onto the balcony, I caught sight of the box of sparklers and fireworks in the corner. I had purchased them specifically to celebrate the New Year with Jake. Suddenly, the sky burst into light. The entire riverfront erupted with an array of fireworks. I couldn't help but wonder which wealthy bachelor was attempting to impress his date by illuminating the entire city. For a brief moment, I was captivated, completely unaware of the emergency alert blaring from my phone. By the time I felt the ground tremble beneath me, a massive crack had already formed at my feet.

The once-proud Rachel now had nothing left to her name. She stumbled home, her eyes red and her emotions on the verge of breaking down. She threw open the doors and cried, “Mom, Dad! Help me!” However, the only response was a stony silence in the living room. Her parents sat on the couch, their expressions dark. The once-extravagant living room now looked desolate. Her father chain-smoked cigarettes, looking scarily gloomy. Her mother looked furious and haggard, as though she had aged decades in a few days.

The voice on the other end sounded sharp and spoke rapidly. "Preemie", "Lester", "inherit"—as I heard these familiar yet foreign words, they seemed to turn into electric shocks that ran through my brain. It constantly stimulated my nerves. I didn't know how much time had passed before Quinton suddenly turned around. "Honey, I have something to take care of. I'll be back later," he said. "Okay."

I had a new name and a new life in a new city. To fix my past regrets of quitting school, I went back to college. While walking on campus, someone tapped my shoulder. "Sophia, is that you?" My heart jumped, and I started to panic, but when I turned around, it was a man I did not know. "Do we know each other?" I asked, unsure. "I'm Brandon. We went to the same college before you left." "Oh, right. Sorry, I just didn't remember you at first."

Their song is still echoing in my mind. I close my hand around the baetyl stone and rip it from my neck. It is warm in my hands. With all of the strength I have left, I push it into the soil. Veins of light spread out from the stone, and I let my wind die down. The Hollow Choir is inching away from the light, but they aren’t fast enough, and the light consumes them. Their bodies contort and writhe as they disappear into the ground below, leaving behind only their tattered shrouds. I let out a sigh of relief and fall onto my back. Clouds begin to form in the sky above, and rain falls on the Dark Realm. Morvathuun is gone. I am sure of it. Moranyth can rise again.

Deep into that darkness peering, Long I stood there, wondering, fearing, Doubting, dreaming dreams no mortals Ever dared to dream before; But the silence was unbroken, And the stillness gave no token, And the only word there spoken Was the whispered word, "Lenore!" This I whispered, and an echo Murmured back the word, "Lenore!" Merely this, and nothing more.

My life's a feat though I've tasted defeat. I have fought so true as my heart beats. Go away memory, go away, go away! Leave with my soul as my body falls in the hay. Let there be strown on my lonely grave. Honor me as a friend, a warrior so brave. Tis, my last words shall be brought forth. As the deadly solstice forest embraces my fate. Remember me. Remember me, with or without grace...

Looking at the hope in her eyes, I broke the fantasy. "That's impossible. Fate has already given us a second chance. There won't be another. And Liana, you'll never change. You're never satisfied, that's just who you are. People who are never satisfied with what they have will never feel fulfilled, no matter how many chances they get." Liana simply gazed at me, tears of regret rolling down her face. "There's really…no chance at all? Even though I've apologized… Is it still impossible?" I nodded firmly. "It's impossible."