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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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081 - From the ashes

It was the next day, a Saturday. It was the afternoon, and at this moment, Daemon was driving on the road with Dinaia in the passenger seat instead of Evelyn.

Quite uncharacteristically, he was throwing sidelong glances at the one beside him. It was one of those contemptuous glances that were supposed to show just how much the target was being looked down upon. Daemon transmitted his innermost, or outermost, feelings in the subtle way of someone who mastered the gesture, but Dinaia caught him in the act, whether that had been his intention or not.

She huffed in anger:

"Why are you looking at me like that? Have you never been wrong, or forgotten something? Have you never had a moment of carelessness? Huh?"

Daemon turned his eyes back to the road, and after giving Dinaia the time to finish her tirade, he answered curtly:

"No."

"You–"