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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 · 都市
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046 - From the ashes

When Evelyn got home, she sighed in relief. She was thankful that she had to deal with no more surprises tonight.

She put her bag down, changed her shoes, and did what she always did after coming home. She went to check on her son who was sleeping soundly.

Seeing him brought a smile full of affection to her face. But at the same time, it made another face appear in her mind. A face that made her heart feel complicated.

She touched the left side of her face and muttered:

"Wasn't he wounded in the face?"

Now that she was thinking back to what happened, despite the bad lighting in the bar, she was certain his face had not been sporting any wound or scar. He looked the same as she remembered, handsome, with a dark atmosphere that pulled her heart like a magnet, only more mature.

Shaking her head, she forced herself to stop entertaining thoughts about the man. She carefully left the bedroom, and went to the bathroom.