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.
140 - From the ashes
Cynthia only felt relieved when she heard that her father had failed to be contacted. She had to fight back the scowl full of disgust, along with the urge to vomit that rose within her at the thought of sharing the news with her father.
She straightened her expression, even as stomach churned, and lowered her voice to not let it show her turmoil, before she asked:
"Is it possible to remove the number of my father from my mother's file? Please. I can take care of the expenses for my mother. I can also make all the decisions."
Despite her efforts, the nurse had noticed the change in her, and with the request she was making, the latter understood that there was a story to the matter, one like the many this hospital had been witness to before. Especially as she saw the concussion, along with the other details of Helen's diagnosis when she was brought to the hospital.