𝑨 𝑺𝒉𝒂𝒅𝒐𝒘 𝑭𝒓𝒐𝒎 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑷𝒂𝒔𝒕

🔎𝙲𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝙸: 𝚁𝚎𝚏𝚕𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜 𝙾𝚗 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝙻𝚘𝚜𝚜 𝙾𝚏 𝙻𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚍 𝙾𝚗𝚎𝚜🔍

NARRATOR'S POINT OF VIEW:

Hercule Poirot sits in his room, his thoughts consumed by memories of his beloved Katherine and his dear friend Monsieur Bouc. The scar on his face is a constant reminder of the past, and he reflects on the complexities of love.

Hercule Poirot: (in a somber tone) "Do you have any idea how love works?" That was the question Katherine posed to me, back when I lay in that military hospital, my face marred by a hideous scar. At the time, I feared that my appearance would drive her away, but to my surprise, she stayed by my side until she was taken from me.

(He gazes into the distance, lost in memories of Katherine and the love they once shared.)

Hercule Poirot: (contemplatively) I never truly understood how love works, and I have come to realize that it can be a dangerous force when one loves too deeply. After Katherine's passing, I buried my heart in my work, becoming the detective I am today. I became more interested in solving crimes than in finding someone to replace her in my life.

(A trace of sadness crosses his face as he mentions the loss of Monsieur Bouc.)

Hercule Poirot: (with a sigh) Bouc always encouraged me to find love again, to open my heart to someone new, but I have not been able to do so. The pain of losing those dear to me lingers, and it seems safer to keep my heart shielded from any new attachment.

(He straightens his posture, a sense of resolve taking over.)

Hercule Poirot: (determined) But I must press on, for the sake of those who need my help. The cases keep coming, and I find solace in the distraction they provide. I must resist succumbing to the grief that threatens to consume me.

(He thinks of the recent case in Cairo, a reminder of the intricate web of love and betrayal.)

Hercule Poirot: (reflecting) Love can lead people to do both noble and dreadful things. The case in Cairo showed me the lengths to which love can drive individuals, for better or worse. Jacqueline and Simon's love for each other ultimately led to their own demise, taking their love with them to the grave.

(He pauses, acknowledging that love takes many forms and affects people in different ways.)

Hercule Poirot: (introspective) Love can manifest in unexpected and mysterious ways. It transformed me into the man I am today, a man who finds fulfillment in solving mysteries rather than pursuing earthly pleasures. But love is a powerful force, capable of both light and darkness.

(He rises from his seat, a sense of duty and compassion evident in his expression.)

Hercule Poirot: (resolute) Madame Bouc, devastated by the loss of her son, seeks to celebrate the joyous moments of his life. I shall go to her gathering, for she too needs the support of those who were close to Bouc.

After his conversation with himself, he prepares himself to attend the party, with his thoughts heavy with the weight of love, loss, and the intricacies of the human heart. As he steps into the world outside, he carries with him the memories of Katherine and Bouc, their love, and the mysteries of love that he has encountered in his detective career.

To Be Continued. . .