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.
103 - From the ashes
In one of the shops along the street beside the beach, people were coming and going, whether alone or not. Some just had their orders taken away with them, while others preferred staying, sitting and relaxedly consuming theirs immediately in the cool atmosphere, much like the leisure man not far from his twilight years beside the glass window at the side.
The place was not too small, causing it to not look crowded, with the large glass windows letting in a comfortable amount of light, while letting one look at the passers-by, though the efficiency of the workers also contributed to making the traffic inside fluid.
The clerks were busy, which was a happy thing, and it was also fortunate that there was more than one of them. There were three of them at the counter, with a middle aged man in the middle, a woman in her late twenties with a seemingly bright temperament on his left, and one a little younger on his right looking quieter but respectful.
*Ding-a-ling*