Until Dawn Emily Novels & Stories

she muttered. He let out a slow sigh of relief. “For now,” he said, pulling her under the covers. “But dawn brings more than light." Emily shut her eyes and embraced their shared warmth as a reminder that she wasn't facing this struggle by herself. Yet, she recognized that the morning hours would dictate if they were building a legacy or repeating a misfortune, while she stood on the brink of something grander. ---

and with that, I rubbed her gently before leaving. *** Emily I kept my eyes shut tightly, as I sensed the sun beginning to rise, bringing its first glimmers of light. And slowly, as the rays of the sun began to creep across my face, tickling my eyelids until I could no longer resist the urge to open them and when I finally did, I spotted a figure lay next to me, a figure I knew I could do anything just to be by his side forever but deep down,I knew it was never going to be possible.

Emily smiled and nodded. She turned around again when she felt worried and unsure of the choice she had made, she chose to imagine her mother's recovery. That way she felt a lot better. It wasn't long before Emily's eyes finally closed… Emily opened her eyes slowly, her gaze automatically falling on the khaki sofa Dorothy used to sit on, but it looked empty. She lazily got out of bed, then opened her cell phone, it was eight in the morning. Emily was used to getting up early, so she found it very strange to be up so late. With her eyes fully awake she dragged her feet towards the bathroom.

Cheryl smiled “Why do you think I had my hair dyed brown, I’m not about to start looking fiery red in front of all those rich people” “You look beautiful either way” Cheryl admitted “Thank you Ems, and I’m so happy for you. I’m rooting for you so hard and I love you *** Later that night, after Cheryl had left; while the moon cast a soft ethereal glow upon the hotel room through the open windows as Emily prepared to retire for the night. She slipped into a luxurious silk pajamas, relishing the feel of the fabric against her skin. As she approached the nightstand, ready to dim the soft bedside lamp, a melodious chime echoes in the room. Startled, Emily’s gaze darted towards the phone, resting

As I lay here, drifting in and out of sleep k listen to the waves of the water, the wind in the leaves, cackling of the fire and the clunk of a mug- I jump on to my feet fully alert that we’re not alone. “What the—“ I lock in on my moving target, breaking into a sprint after the damn bastard. Emily’s POV Sleep took me faster than I would have liked. But the smell of something burning wakes me and it’s nearly sunset. Did we sleep all day? The blankets are wrapped around me and I can’t believe my eyes. I rub them both a couple more times to make sure I’m not stuck in a dream I’ll G****e the meaning of later.My eyes are right though and it is a sight to behold.

Morning--'all the secret fears that haunt the night'--what do you know of the fears that haunt the night? "I know something," said Emily decidedly, remembering her first night at Wyther Grange. "To a Dead Day-- With the chilly calm on her brow That only the dead may wear-- Have you even seen the chilly calm on the brow of the dead, Emily?" "Yes," said Emily softly, recalling that grey dawn in the old house in the hollow. "I thought so--otherwise you couldn't have written that--and even as it is--how old are you, jade?" "Thirteen, last May."

That’s if the bank doesn’t collect it. Finally, she dozed off into a sound sleep that carried her to the next day. Sun rays peeked through the blinds of Emily’s glass windows and woke her up. She woke up with a smile as she loved the morning sun but then the harsh reality of life dawned on her like cold water poured on a cat. And she slumped back on her bed contemplating how the dinner would go through. How does the guy even look like? Is he even young?

Beautiful. For a long moment, I simply watched her breathe — slow, steady, trusting. My chest tightened with a strange, unfamiliar feeling. I reached out and gently brushed a loose strand of hair away from her cheek. My fingers lingered against her skin, tracing the delicate line of her jaw before I could stop myself. What are you doing to me, Emily? The Next Morning Emily POV I woke up earlier than usual, the soft morning light filtering through the large windows of the bedroom. For the first time since arriving on Cain Island, I didn’t feel completely weighed down by dread.

Ngumiti siya sa mga magulang ko at bumati. "Ang ganda n'yo po pala. Alam ko na ho kung kanino nagmana si Dawn," sabi ni Lino kay mama kaya natawa sila. "Dawn, free ka ba today? Ngayon na lang kaya tayo lumabas?" Napaisip ako saglit. Ang totoo may trabaho pa ako mamaya pero bakante naman ako ngayong umaga. "Sige na, Dawn. Samahan mo na ang kaibigan mo. Mag-iingat lang kayo," sabi ni mama.

THE NEXT MORNING Emily woke up at first light and berates herself for falling asleep last night. What a thing she had missed. She sighed disappointedly. If someone had told her she would have fallen asleep at such a critical time, why, she would never have believed them. “Oh, dash it all.” Why did she have to fall asleep at such a crucial time? Emily groaned and hit her head on the pillow. From there, she stared at her husband's naked chest. A promise of what could have been.