Novel & Cerita Poem Calm

I can feel my pulse slowing down as a smile draws on my lips. She calms my chaos. ****

With each cautious step backwards, I carve out the space I desperately need, the distance mirrored in his anxious gaze. "Bambi," he warns softly, a hint of urgency in his voice. "I just need space. I need to breathe," I insist, my words tumbling out like waves crashing against the shore. To calm my racing heart, I lower myself onto the soft, golden grains of sand, sinking my toes into the warmth the sun generously spreads beneath me. The gentle sound of the rolling waves provides a soothing backdrop, momentarily easing my turbulent thoughts.

The temperature was just right—not too hot nor too cold—enveloping me in a cocoon of soothing embrace. Closing my eyes, I allowed my mind to wander freely, letting the worries and anxieties of the day fade into the background. Each drop of water served as a gentle reminder to let go and find peace amidst the chaos. The rhythmic sound of water hitting the tiled floor acted as a calming lullaby, easing the tension in my muscles and quieting the storm inside.

It almost sounded like a creepy crying gust of air. I watched the cloudless ether. The snow was falling on my skin but I was too numbed to feel any coldness. Ironically, I feel calmer than I expected. My heart was not hammering like how it usually is already. There was not even a tangible form of anger in my chest. It was just void and in peace. It makes me feel more eerie. “The kingdom has never been this quiet,” Nolan spoke from near me, his tone languid as he clasped his hands on top of his head, tilting his gaze and watching the same scenery as me.

Something is waiting for me. I should be afraid. I am not. That is the strangest thing of all. There is a calm at the centre of me that should not be there, the calm of a woman who has already accepted that she is meat falling into deeper meat, and inside that calm I find enough clarity to count. I count the lights.

The ceremony ended with no applause. No closing words. Just silence… and stillness that felt wrong. The students remained in the grand hall, breaths held as if the air itself had thickened. Then the torches dimmed. Not from wind. From something else. No one moved. No one breathed. A hum started—low, like the grinding of a bone flute played underwater. One student shifted nervously. Another reached for the hem of their robe, knuckles white. “What’s….happening?” someone whispered.

"Don’t go..." Tomson, I heard the child calling for me but still silently walked in the dark direction. The scene that was filled with people a while ago is now gone, replaced by a cold, desolate forest. Every step Tomson takes They all felt the cold air surrounding them and could vaguely see the thin layer of ice... "It must be almost winter by now!" He reached out his hand to catch the cold raindrops, silently blending into the quiet night. Is this feeling peaceful!?

"I understand, Emma. I promise I won't bother you anymore. "But before we say goodbye, could I just hold you one more time..." "No," I said calmly, shaking my head. "This is goodbye, Walter. Let's hope we never meet again." I turned and left. The breeze felt like spring, but it still carried shedding leaves from their branches to the ground. As the leaves twirled down, they landed softly, only to be crushed underfoot with a gentle crunch. However, no one seemed to notice or care.

Diamond is still sprawled on the couch, watching us through half-lidded eyes, the slow rise and fall of her chest proof she's just barely recovered from her own high. I lean back, take in the sight of both of them wrecked and glowing, and feel that familiar calm settle in—a rare, fleeting quiet in my head. It won't last. It never does. But for now? It's enough.

My heart started to beat fast in my chest. How many times had she seen us at our worst? How much had we hurt her without even realizing it? Feeling overwhelmed, I turned to the next page and found a short poem scribbled in her neat handwriting. It was about stars, rivers, and memories. Reading her words, I felt a sense of peace and calm wash over me. It was as if Val was speaking to me through her poetry, reminding me of the beauty and wonder of life.