Tearful Vigil
Kayla lay beside Breydan, staring at the ceiling as his snores echoed through the room. Once, that sound had been her solace—a gentle reminder of his presence, of safety and connection. Now, it was a stark symbol of the growing distance between them. Her tears welled and spilled silently, mourning the love that had withered into resentment. She remained motionless, a quiet witness to the unraveling of their marriage, longing for the embrace of sleep that refused to come.
Tearful Vigil
Hopeful Dawn
Though sleep eluded her, a spark of hope glimmered within Kayla. Lying awake, she came to a quiet realization: tomorrow carried the promise of change. Her decision was made, her path chosen. The suffocating darkness of the night would soon yield to the dawn, a powerful reminder of the fresh start awaiting her. The hours stretched endlessly, yet Kayla clung to the belief that brighter days lay ahead. That hope became her anchor, giving her the strength to embrace whatever the future might hold.
Hopeful Dawn
