The morning air held a soft brilliance,
a light that seemed to echo the beating of hearts filled with hope.
Every step forward was a bridge to new beginnings,
every breath a reminder that love could heal, sustain, and guide.
— — —
Alliah awoke to the gentle warmth of sunlight spilling through her curtains, painting golden patterns on the floor. Her body, though still tender from recent medical treatments, carried a strength she hadn’t felt in years. Every breath was deeper, more deliberate, a testament to the months of care and patience she had poured into herself.
Jamiro lay beside her, his hand finding hers instinctively. She squeezed his fingers, feeling the quiet reassurance of his constant presence. Even in the silence of the morning, their hearts spoke volumes to each other—a l
