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Love from the ashes

Love, Betrayal, Blood, but not Hatred. Only cold revenge, and a son to complete the family. "D" Section, a nonexistent military unit. "D" for dark, "D" for depth, "D"... for death. It demanded no attachment, and Daemon sacrificed love for it. Years later, the death of his teammates made him feel that he had done enough for the country, so he came back to the city he grew in. But can what has been forsaken be gained back? Because now Evelyn, the one to have breathed vitality in his numb, orphaned heart, had her own life, and a little boy calling her mother. Also, while he left his life full of dead bodies behind, did that life really let him go? From the ashes, will it love or... ? _ _ _ Two lovers who still love each other even with scars left behind by past events. They narrowly miss a chance to meet again and rekindle the lost spark, with him left with an empty heart, and her with her pain renewed, only buried because of the sun of her life, her son, their son… that he knew nothing about. They each continue with their own life in their own way. Their paths even almost become parallel to each other, almost taking the opposite direction with new commitments. But fate be damned, even if it now seems to push them toward each other. From the ashes, their love shall blaze anew. Or maybe not. Find the answer yourself. ___ First draft of characters image on my discord, a channel for fans to get together: https://discord.com/invite/C86EJvCJdd Comment and review, don't forget.

LifeDayDreams · Urban
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251 Chs

131 - From the ashes

When Evelyn came back from the bathroom, she found Daemon in the kitchen, his sleeves folded to the midpoint of his forearms. She was about to change her direction, curious about what he was doing, and also because of what happened earlier. But he didn't let her. He seemed to know what she would do, and he spoke without raising his head:

"Go wait for me in the bedroom, and get ready to go to bed."

Evelyn paused, and she obeyed, but she didn't forget to roll her eyes, still feeling as if he was treating her like a child, yet a smile appeared in her lips when she turned her back to him.

It didn't take long for Daemon to come inside. He was holding a glass in his hand, and he placed it on the dressing table, in front of Evelyn who was drying her hair.

He took the dryer from her, and she took the warm glass, a tacit silence broken only by the sound of the hot air being blown to dry off the long brown hair.