The dawn stretches across the horizon like a soft promise,
its light carrying whispers of resilience, hope, and quiet joy.
Each heartbeat flows like a gentle river,
reminding the soul that healing is both journey and destination.
— — —
Alliah awoke to the tender warmth of the morning sun spilling through the curtains, bathing the room in soft gold. Her body, though still tender from the weeks of medical check-ups and treatments, felt lighter today. Every step, every breath reminded her of the progress she had made—not just physically, but emotionally.
Beside her, Jamiro lay still for a moment, before stirring and reaching for her hand. She squeezed his fingers, drawing strength from the simple, steadfast presence that had become her anchor.
Alliah opened her journal, the pages worn
