The morning sun rose like a soft promise,
its light spilling warmth and hope across the quiet streets.
Every heartbeat carried gratitude, every breath whispered freedom,
and every step forward was a dance with love itself.
— — —
Alliah awoke with a deep sense of peace. The sunlight filtered gently through the curtains, casting golden patterns across her room. Her body felt strong, her spirit lighter than it had been in years. She inhaled deeply, savoring the calm that enveloped her—a calm she had earned through patience, struggle, and unwavering support from those who loved her.
Jamiro stirred beside her, his hand finding hers instinctively. She smiled at him, brushing a strand of hair from her face. “Good morning, love,” she whispered.
He kissed her forehead softly. “Good morning,
