In the hush of night, love whispers through the dark,
Soft hands steady trembling hearts,
And even beneath the weight of sorrow,
Hope unfolds like dawn after shadows.
The days after Alliah’s last consultation felt heavy yet quietly beautiful. Heavy because of the uncertainties that hovered around her, like gray clouds reluctant to part from the sky. Beautiful because Jamiro was there—constant as the morning sun, faithful as the moon that never failed to rise.
Each morning, before Alliah’s eyes even fluttered open, her phone would light up with Jamiro’s familiar greeting.
“Good morning, Love 🌸,” he wrote one day, a smiley face following his words.
It was such a simple gesture, and yet it rooted itself deep in her heart. Alliah lay in bed that morning, the faint pain in her back press
