The Morning That Felt Different
Alexander woke up early the next morning, long before the sun rose. For months, his mornings had started the same way — with pain, silence, and the heavy awareness of everything he could no longer do.
That morning was different. There was curiosity. Hope scared him more than despair ever had.
He replayed the night in his mind: Valentina’s calm voice, Aurora’s laughter, the way no one looked at him like he was broken. He reached for his phone. Paused. Then typed:
Good morning. I don’t know how to say this without sounding foolish… but I’d like to see you again. Both of you.
The reply came minutes later: We’d like that too.
He smiled.
