Before The Morning Song Novels & Stories

Tristan's POV In the end, Willa signed the divorce agreement and walked out of the ward in silence. I was still too weary from having just woken up, and I barely managed a couple of sentences with Willa before drowsiness washed over me again. When I finally opened my eyes again, I realized that evening had settled in. Delilah walked into the ward with the warm chicken noodle soup and noticed the divorce agreement with both signatures. She merely set the container down and opened it, her eyes narrowing slightly as she said, "You woke up just in time, Tristan. I just made this, so please have some."

The morning came with a soft breeze on my skin. My ears were awake before my eyes could open up. I knew this because I was busy enjoying Don Williams songs that was playing in the background. I was happy at the involuntary grin my face decided to put on today. Before,I used to hate waking up. The lights were always too bright. The sounds, too loud. But today, everything felt perfect and I couldn't be happier.

The tune of her song begun to play as her brother took the microphone to begin the song. Sunday mornings were your favorite I used to meet you down on Woods Creek Road You did your hair up like you were famous Even though it's only church where we were going Now Sunday mornings, I just sleep in It's like I buried my faith with you I'm screaming at a God I don't know if I believe in 'Cause I don't know what else I can do I'm still holdin' on to everything that's dead and gone I don't wanna say goodbye 'Cause this one means forever

There was silence on the other end of the line for a moment before Mom spoke again. "You're not giving it to me? Sheila, what do you mean?" Her voice was full of shock, as if last night had never happened. In her eyes, everything was still calm and peaceful.

The next morning, the sun had just begun to rise, casting a golden hue over the serene neighborhood where Adam and Nina lived. Birds chirped melodiously, heralding the start of a new day. Sarah, known for her adventurous spirit and love for the outdoors, decided to go for an early morning jog. Dressed in her athletic wear, she laced up her running shoes and headed out, eager to embrace the fresh morning air and clear her mind.

The bright light from the sun had peeked into everyone’s life. Just like any other mornings, the roads were filled with the early birds jogging, and shops opening. In the background played a song from the late 80s along with a light breeze syncing with it. Young people barely listen to any classics. But she does. Haven Miles.

Chapter 83: The Dawn Before the Storm The morning arrived quietly, as if it were the soft prelude to an overture that had yet to unfold. In the dim light of early day, I found myself awake in a solitude that felt almost sacred —a pause before the crescendo of events that would later alter the course of my night. Every minute of that morning carried a sense of both anticipation and introspection, a tender space where memories of yesterday blended with the elusive promise of what was to come.

I met his gaze and said, "Mr. Loris, you didn't force anyone, so you're not in the wrong. It's just that I don't agree with your method of finding a partner." He gave me a look that was part understanding, part confusion, but he did not press any further. Fiona and Matthew's trip to the Gangara River was meant to be a spiritual cleanse, but it ended with them catching a deadly virus. They could not make it past three months in the hospital. Janet was young, though, and even after a rough two months of being sick, she bounced back. However, she was on her own in Indoria, clueless about how to make it by herself.

The early morning sunlight is warm and has a soft glow shining down from the heavens, but the weather is still a little bit cold. Inside the car, the song ‘A Bar Song’ by Shaboozey is thrumming into the air, and I keep nodding to the contagious beats of the music as we continue on our way to school despite the silent tension I can feel pulsing in the air between us.

I sent Mom a message first before resting, afraid to miss updating her due to exhaustion. I turned on my radio and rested my face on the small desk in front of my bed. I adjusted the volume enough to be heard but not to disturb Mrs. Potts in the other room. Maybe my body was about to give up due to too much fatigue, but that wasn’t an excuse for me to miss Midnight Wolf’s show. “Good evening, everyone. I dedicate this song to those who also had a bad day.” “Woke up this morning with books in my bed,