𝐒𝐀𝐈𝐎𝐔𝐌𝐀 𝐎𝐍𝐄-𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐓𝐒

~𝐑𝐚𝐢𝐧~

𝐈𝐭'𝐬 𝐜𝐮𝐫𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐈 𝐚𝗺, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐈 𝐥𝗼𝐯𝐞 𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐲 𝐝𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐈 𝐝𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝗼 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐚 𝗼𝐧𝐞 𝐬𝐡𝗼𝐭 𝐭𝗼 𝐩𝐚𝐬𝐬 𝐛𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐢𝗺𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐚𝐥𝐬𝗼 𝐬𝐜𝐡𝗼𝗼𝐥 𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝗼 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐟𝐮𝐥 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐟𝗼𝐫 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭? 𝐈 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝗼 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐲 𝐡𝗼𝗺𝐞 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐱 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝗼𝗺𝐞 𝗺𝐞 𝐭𝐢𝗺𝐞. 𝐀𝐥𝐬𝗼 𝐈 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐝 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐭𝐭𝐝.
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~𝐅𝐥𝐮𝐟𝐟~

~𝐒𝐡𝐮𝐢𝐜𝐡𝐢 𝐒𝐚𝐢𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚'𝐬 𝐏𝐎𝐕~

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I gazed out the window on a pleasant afternoon. The sky was tar-black, and enormous clouds were developing, blotting out the sun's old-gold hue. The big clouds were moving in my direction. A tapping on the window became a pitter-patter as I got closer.

As the clouds spat forth their droplets of water, people raced for safety outside and umbrellas were opened.As the rain became stronger, puddles began to form. The cars' rooftops swirled with spray, and I could hear the rain murmur through the glass. It sounded like a swarm of angry bees buzzing around. Rainy days were my personal fave since the quiet rain and the tiny darkness were all I needed.

I quickly moved over to my bookcases, which were stacked with a variety of genres.Sure, some of the books were primarily detective novels, but there were also mystery, criminal, and even manga titles. I perused the shelves for a book that piqued my curiosity. I quickly chose a thick, tiny book and turned it over to see what it was about.

It's about Hercule Poirot, a detective who has joined Le Train Bleu, Ruth Kettering is the next person he encounters.

However, her private life is made public the next morning when she is found slain in her luxury compartment. Until Mrs. Kettering's private life begins to surface, Poirot has nothing but a rumor of a strange guy loitering in the victim's shadow. I turned it back to the front cover to see what the name of the book was, it was called 'The Mystery of the Blue Train'

{𝑰𝒕'𝒔 𝒂𝒏 𝒂𝒄𝒕𝒖𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒚 𝒃𝒐𝒐𝒌, 𝑰𝒕'𝒔 𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒃𝒆𝒔𝒕 𝒄𝒓𝒊𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒂𝒍 𝒃𝒐𝒐𝒌𝒔 𝑰'𝒗𝒆 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅.}

I quickly hurried over to my cramped kitchen and rummaged through the cabinets for a glass jar of tea powder. I got a tiny pot and a bottle of water after I spotted it. I placed the pot on the stove and increased the heat. I stood there for a long, waiting for the water to boil.

While I waited, I gazed out my window, taking in the scenery from my flat.I unwinded for a while, taking in the gloom of the clouds, despite the fact that it was just 5 p.m. I went over to the pot and noticed that the water was boiling, so I added the tea powder and let it boil for 2 minutes before turning down the heat and grabbing a tea cup from my cabinet. As I set the pot in the sink with all the other filthy dishes, I poured the hot boiling water into the cup.

I don't like to put sugar or other condiments in my black tea because I don't enjoy sweets in my coffee or tea, so I typically keep it plain. I gathered my tea cup and book and walked into my living room, where I sat on my comfortable sofa with my tea on the small coffee table. I sighed quietly as I turned the first page of my book. 'At long last, some peacefulness.