From The Dawn Till Mga Nobela at Kwento

They desired to be together at all times, from dawn to dusk. The end.

8: Blood When Dawn finally opens the window and she face the door, she flashes a smile and walk through Xio. Although she never expects that Xio would be home at this time of the day. She usually goes home at afternoon or late in the afternoon. “It seems like, you finished your work this early ha.” Dawn jokingly uttered.

Dawn closed her hand. Went to sleep.

It wasn’t until my vision started to blur and fade that I realized I couldn’t keep going like that. Those memories felt like a long, filthy rag—torn and impossible to clean. I let out a quiet breath and forced myself not to dwell on it. Natalie let out an awkward laugh, offered a few words of comfort, and then quickly left. I checked the time and was about to leave when suddenly, Quinn grabbed my arm. Her fingers dug deep into my skin.

“You aren’t unable to move because of sleep paralysis anymore.” Jaladri’s stomach twisted. “That was my strike. You won’t be able to move again until sunrise. So if you'd like to perform the dawn prayer, you'll have to do it spiritually. Your body is temporarily unavailable.” If Jaladri had been capable of moving, his eyes would have bulged out of his skull. Until sunrise? Like this? With his chest feeling as though a horse had kicked through it? “Control your breathing and the pain will lessen. But moving? Forget it. Not until morning. And if you suddenly need to urinate...”

She rested her hand gently on my back, and her voice was soft. “Does it still hurt?” It was such a simple question, yet it undid me completely. I had endured every humiliation and every wound without shedding a tear since my rebirth. With just that simple comfort, I broke down completely, burying my face in her arms as sobs wracked my body. I cried and cried until exhaustion finally pulled me into sleep. When I woke, sunlight was spilling through the window. Jasmine was sitting by the bed, clumsily peeling an apple. I could not help but laugh.

She hugged the doll tightly and curled up on the bed, desperate to feel the slightest trace of Anya’s warmth. She regretted everything—handing Anya over to Lucas this morning, not getting divorced from him five years ago, and most of all, ever falling in love with Lucas. She clutched the capsule strapped around her neck. 'Anya, wait just a little longer. Mommy will take you someplace better.' Tears slid from the corners of her eyes and dropped into the depthless dark. When she woke up the next morning and went downstairs, she spotted a new face in the living room.

That her pain be my pain, her victory my victory. I nod, because there is no other answer. The first rays of dawn then slip through the tall windows. The world awakens. And with it we do too: to the dawn of a new life.

The day dawned crisp and clear. The sun poured through her window. Another day had dawned, bringing with it new hopes and aspirations. The light of dawn seeped into Diana's room. She rubbed her bleary eyes and walked to the window. There was a pearly glow in the sky. The first rays of sunlight lit up her room. The dawn chorus of melodic birdsong drifted in. She yawned loudly using the back of her palm to cover her mouth.

As the morning sun gently cast its golden rays through the window, Desmond stirred from his sleep, feeling a renewed sense of purpose and determination. He glanced over at his wife, Nora, who was still peacefully slumbering beside him. With a soft smile on his face, Desmond reached out to gently caress her cheek. "Nora, my love," he whispered tenderly, his voice filled with warmth and anticipation. "It's time to wake up. Today is the day we embark on our much-awaited vacation."