Poem In And Then There Were None Novels & Stories

that's literally just milk and cereal in separate bowls. "Revolutionary," he deadpans. In the poetry section, he stops and pulls down a slim volume with a worn cover. Flips through it slowly until he finds what he's looking for. "Listen to this." His voice drops lower, intimate in the quiet space. He reads a poem about two people finding each other again after years apart, about second chances and choosing love despite fear. The words are simple but devastating, made more so by the way he reads them—slow and deliberate, like each line matters.

* *That had always been the whole point. **THE END**

Every morning. This time. That was everything. That was, finally, enough. THE END

They stood there among the shelves two people who had once burned together, now careful not to touch. “I should go,” he said finally. “Rounds start soon.” She reached out just once and brushed the back of his hand with her fingertips. The same small gesture she’d used in the corridor that last day before everything unravelled. “Take care of yourself, Chidi.” “You too, Ms. A.” He walked away first. She watched him disappear between the stacks. Then she turned back to the poetry shelf, picked up a slim volume by Warsan Shire, and opened it at random.

I just mumble back to him. I'm not sure how long after he left I woke up fully, but the side he sleeps in is cold, so he must have left hours ago. Turning, I see the paper on the bed. I smile and reach for it. Turning it over, my eyes widen. The sketch shows a person with the centre of their body hollowed out and empty. There's no longer a heart there. I read the poem. Hollowed out Empty within Nothing lingers Nothing lives Cold spreads quickly

The sound walked up the hill, down the lemon rows, into the window where a girl we thought was dead was counting her own breaths to make sure they kept arriving. We sharpened our plans the way men sharpen knives. We dressed the night in our colors and told it to wait at the curb. We opened the cupboard and let the squeak judge us and took the bottle anyway. We poured one last measure into the mouth of a future that had finally stopped laughing at us. Marta squeezed my hand. Elky touched my cheek. Nicos folded the curtain back like a man folding up a map he intends to burn. The lead had done its job. It had dragged us to the door. All that was left was the door, and what we planned to do to i

Next, some liquid splashed down, and her bones shattered, then slowly dissolved into a puddle of water. The water evaporated under intense heat, leaving behind nothing but an empty and spotless surface. The video stopped. On the darkened screen, Jason saw his own bloodshot eyes staring back. “She... really left me with nothing...” His voice was a broken mix of laughter and tears. He sounded deranged, as though he had lost his mind. Eric, who was standing nearby, could not bear it anymore and stepped forward. “Mr. Fender...” The man with glasses spoke softly. “Our deepest condolences.”

POV Amy The scent of vanilla and lavender floated through the room, mingling with the soft sound of laughter and the clinking of crystal glasses. I looked around, feeling a strange vertigo—the kind of dizziness that only strikes those who have walked the edge of the abyss and, by some miracle, found solid ground. A month had passed since the night Warren’s blood stained the marble of that mansion. A month since the cycle of poison and daggers, which once claimed my life in another existence, finally closed.

Crafting verses provided her with solace, allowing her to pour her thoughts and emotions onto paper and bring her inner world to life through the power of words. When Mr. Ito commenced reading the poem’s first verse, its profound message about love resonated deeply within the classroom. The poem spoke of a love that transcends boundaries—distance, age, status, gender, or appearance. It emphasized the importance of fighting for love despite the obstacles. As Akira absorbed the words, a realization dawned upon her: it was time to confront Yuki and seek the answers she had been longing for.