The dawn was exceptional today. Rays of light gently spilled into Alex's room, painting soft hues of amber on the walls and the elegant drapery. Abigail was already up, sitting by the side of the bed, tracing patterns on the intricate duvet while glancing intermittently at Alex.
Alex’s steady breathing indicated that he was in a deep slumber, a much-needed one after yesterday's events. The weight of the revelation had burdened him more than he could bear. Yet, in that same revelation lay the beginning of his healing.
Abigail's eyes welled up when she thought of the immense pain Alex must have been carrying all those years. She brushed a strand of hair from his forehead, her touch gentle as a feather. At her touch, Alex stirred and slowly opened his eyes.
"Morning," she whispered.
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