Morning Hours

zero

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ANNALIESE LOVED witnessing the sunrise. It made her feel attached to someone who was unattached, not to her, but to this world.

She was walking along her neighborhood, big and small houses surrounding her sides. She was wearing this thick blue jacket to keep her warm from the frigid air, and every time she breathed, a fog of white mist came out of her mouth, and in a second, it went up and dispersed into the thin air.

Her arms were covered in layers of fabric. Her hands were wrapped in gloves. Her head was protected by a beanie. But her legs. Her legs were begging her to run. To run from something, or to run for something? She didn't know. But she ran. Faster than ever before.

Her feet was burning, her breathing was heavy, her heart was beating fast, her lungs were begging her to stop - To pause and take a deep breathe. But her legs were still asking her to run, just a little more.

Right, left, right, left, right, left, right, left - until she stopped.

She saw the place - the park. She came here often, but she never became bored of it. It gave her comfort, a feeling of home - something that her house cannot give.

Her hands were on her knees, she was panting from all of the running, her eyes were looking down on her shoes; and then she looked up, she saw it.

The darkness had dimmed away; replaced by pale white cottons dancing around the ball of fire roaring over the horizon, the many-hued rays were like spilled-water across the sky, messy, yet still exquisite. It was like a cup of coffee and toast. It was like a speaker, telling every soul to see, but they still turned a deaf ear to the weeping cottons and the howling fire. It was like a reminder.

She inhaled the winter air sharply and closed her eyes. And then she could feel. She could feel her mum beside her, just like it used to be.

"Mum, why is the sky so colorful in the morning? It's not like this in the afternoon." 10-year-old Annaliese asked.

"It's the way of God saying that you should be thankful you woke up this morning, living a brand new day, having a new beginning."

"I am thankful to be alive." 10-year-old Annaliese nodded.

She exhaled the winter air and opened her eyes. And then she could feel. She could feel her mum fading away, gone.

But it's okay. She's okay.

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[a/n] :

HELLO.

writing the first ever prologue/chapter for a new story gave me so much pressure tbh bc i feel like i have to give a good first impression otherwise people wont keep on reading lmao.

so i hope you guys like this!

thats all i have to say. goodbye have a spectacular day (and remember, you're v beautiful )

thank you for reading :) x

- update : the first time i published this, i wasnt planning on making this a short story, but now i decided that i would. theres going to be around 3-6 pages each chapter. -