Poem In And Then There Were None Mga Nobela at Kwento

Did something happen that I didn't know of? "Your mother died from poison. You were probably too young to remember but I was there when she was suffering. I remember it clearly as if it happened yesterday." He admitted. I suddenly heard a loud ringing in my ear and I felt disoriented. All this time, I believed that her mother died from pneumonia. As I tried to recall that memory again, I started to see the difference between her mother's symptoms and pneumonia symptoms. I believed the latter because in Himawari's memories, she saw her mother suffering and was unable to breathe. She was struggling so much and all this time I thought she was sick. But it turns out, it was poison.

Toward the structures that deserved it. Away from themselves. The evening came. They went back inside. To the table. To the thirty-five pages. To the work. To the room that was large enough to hold nineteen years and twelve years and six years and three years and all the years that were still coming the uncounted ones, the unwalked ones, carried by people not yet arrived who would arrive because the room was there. Because the table was set. Because the water had found its level.

Arlan seriously declared, and the huge hourglass they had brought was flipping to its other side – which meant the one-hour first round had already started. Tamara focused all her attention on reading the poetry written on the huge chart in front of them. ~ The last slice of an apple she had, ~ ~ Falls to the depth of the final three drops of cold water. ~ ~ For the warm knitted entity – the first one detached, the two that follow permitted; ~ ~ Were only almost halfway to the word she wanted to convey. ~ ~ For once again, she wanted a tea – that was pronounced with clarity; ~ ~ Well-made with warmth and earnestly. ~

Of a world that learned to listen to the silence. And found it was full of song. THE END

Set it beside the railing where Dante used to sit. The sun drops. Sky turns every shade of fire and violet. Waves keep their rhythm—steady, unhurried. No alarms. No rising shadows. No final battle. Just petals falling. Just quiet stretching further than any lifetime. The auction is two centuries gone. The swarm never woke. And the choice simple, stubborn, repeated became the world. Enough.

I had just pulled some distance from Ruth when Michael continued, crying, "Taylor, I finally see your true colors! You're jealous of my family and of my relationship with Jade, so you wanted me dead to have everything for yourself! "I was blind to treat you so well! I still became friends with you although you're poor. You're an ungrateful friend!" I was completely at a loss for words. Who was the ungrateful one there? Jade instantly went with the flow and chimed in, reprimanding me, "I knew it was you! I was wondering why you kept urging him to drink. It turns out you were trying to poison him!" Before I could say anything, the police arrived.

The silence in the stairwell was no longer just the absence of noise; it was a physical weight, a dense, suffocating atmosphere that tasted of old copper and ozone. Dante stood between Lily and the door, his shoulders hunched, his hands still braced against the steel as if he were holding the very sky from collapsing. The admission—I have to make sure you never reach the light—hung in the air like a lethal gas.

Ash didn’t speak. He just opened to a dog eared page and handed it over. The poem was underlined in fading ink. I am made of all the people I’ve ever loved, even the ones I tried to forget. Even the one who left and never came back even him, most of all. August looked up, trembling. Ash whispered, “You remember now. Don’t you?” And for the first time, August didn’t lie. “…Yes.”

I don't need to. Everything I need is right beside me. ***The End***

The end is seconds away. Nora’s fingers tighten slightly in mine as she looks around the room. The thin mattress in the corner. The chains bolted into the concrete wall. The photographs scattered across the floor. Women and girls. Each image taken closer than the last. The final photographs all taken here. The understanding reaches her without words. I feel the precise moment the body fails. The man’s chest rises once more. Then it stops. The silence that follows is different from the quiet of the living world. It is absolute.