Then There Were None Poem Mga Nobela at Kwento

Nothing in the world could be more perfect than this. Nothing at all.

And sometimes, A night without words was the loudest of all.

For a long time after that, no more words were spoken. None were needed. END OF PART TWO

No one fired. Just a silence vast enough to hold a new world.

No more endings. Just forever.

She asks, lost in his eyes, lost in the soft sensation of his touch. "I'm scared of an ending Even a happy one. I never finish a sentence Cause I fear you will not be there to answer. I never end a thought Cause I fear you will not be in the next one. I never feared death Cuse I thought I am imortal. But you, my love Are poison for the Gods." He whispers the poem in her ear like the rest of the world is not supposed to hear the words, like the wind is not supposed to carry them anywhere else. They are just for her.

There was no going back. “Lunar dim filling the evening skies. Just like its shape, you changed before my eyes. Dark and insignificant without the sun’s rays. How could you escape my eagle’s gaze.” Melissa didn’t stop for a second as she continued. Her voice was clear and it resonated with the audience. Shane listened attentively as she completed the poem she was presenting. “Although you appear nothing more than a spec in the night. Even then, you pierce the dark with light. To them it didn’t matter, but to me it shone so bright.

The moment we crossed everything changed. not the way it had before. not a shift. not a descent. an absence. the territory—gone. Not distant. Not disconnected. but Gone. like it had never existed here at all. zayden’s hand brushed mine. not holding. not anchoring. checking. because now there was nothing left except us. the space around us wasn’t defined. no walls. no ground. just movement. slow. endless. like something was breathing around us without shape. without form.

Let’s take a walk by the sea-shore, Spend hours collecting the choicest pearls, Gaze at the starlit sky and try counting the stars; Meet in the streets, explore unknown lanes And find each other lost in one of those; Tell stories to each other, of the pauper and the hazel-eyed princess, And of all that add colour to life, But let’s not say: we are in love! Let’s weave millions of thoughts at leisure, Frame and reframe our lines a thousand times, Think that we’ll share those with each other in the next Spring

Because here, in this moment, nothing else existed but us. THE END? 🌚