The morning of the 10th day I never knew was coming. The air was thick, the streets empty. Every breath felt heavy, like the weight of the world had settled just before dawn.
A Forgotten Promise
I stood by the old wooden fence, staring at the cracked sidewalk that once led to her door. Six years ago, it was all we needed, a place to escape and find solace in each other’s arms. Now, it felt like a monument to what could have been.
The Whisper Of Time
From behind me, the first light of dawn crept through the trees, casting golden hues over the pavement. “Dawn Sanctuary,” I whispered to myself, remembering the name of the song that would hold this moment in time.
I pressed play on my phone:
The beat started soft, a single drum tapping out the rhythm of an awakening world. A guitar plucked a few notes, and then a voice, warm and clear, began to sing: “In the quiet before the day… when everything feels right…”
The Hush Before Dawn
Each word was a reminder of that moment, suspended in time. We were young, full of dreams, and ready for anything. But here I am, standing alone, trying to reclaim the memory.
The melody swelled, and the piano joined in, playing the keys as if it had been waiting just for this moment. “And we’ll find our way back to each other’s light…”
A Moment Frozen
It was a promise I never broke, but a memory I couldn’t escape. The song kept me company as I walked past that old fence, my steps slow and deliberate. Every step felt like a betrayal of the young man who once believed in forever.
I closed my eyes for a moment, feeling the warmth of the morning light on my face. “Dawn Sanctuary” filled my ears with a sense of comfort, as if it could hold me until I was ready to move forward again.
The Cost Of Not Knowing
You’ve been paying the cost of not knowing long enough. Every stream buys back a piece of what it cost.
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