Nevermore Poem Novels & Stories

Her eyes were swollen, her hands trembling as she held tightly to the folded handkerchief. She had cried until there was nothing left to pour out, yet the tears still came, silently, endlessly. The priest, a tall man with a gentle yet commanding voice, stood before the casket. His voice carried through the crowd as he began the sermon. “Life,” he said, pausing briefly as the wind brushed through his white robe, “is like a candle. It burns bright and gives warmth, but eventually, it flickers out. And when it does, it leaves behind memories — the true mark of who we were and how we lived.”

But his eyes — just for a heartbeat — met mine, and in that instant everything we could not say hung between us, heavy and unspoken. I lowered my gaze and kept walking. Some nights are marked not by what is taken, but by what must be endured. That night, I learned how heavy love becomes when it is carried in silence — and how unbearable it is to watch duty unfold at the expense of hearts that never asked to be involved.

Vivian sat alone in the shadowed corner of the bar, watching strangers drift beneath the amber glow of the lights. She could not believe she had actually fallen for a rumor. “The real reason the Hayes and Carter families postponed the wedding? Sebastian’s ex was kidnapped. He’d rather call off the marriage than leave her to die.” One reckless sentence was all it took for her to book the first flight to Harbor City. Sebastian was the untouchable heir everyone admired—a fixture on the covers of financial magazines and the polished businessman delivering keynote speeches at charity galas. What could a man like him possibly be doing in a place like this? Vivian shook her head, set down her g

Only after hearing I was stable did he finally relax. After a while, I asked, “Where is Matteo?” “He was cremated. Coincidentally, after the fire at the villa was extinguished, it somehow reignited later. There was nothing left.” I stared blankly for a moment and just let out a soft acknowledgment. Then, I took off the ring Matteo had once given me again and casually threw it into the trash. Matteo, if there is a next life, may we never meet again.