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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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172 - From the ashes

*Knock* *Knock* *Knock*

"...Come in."

Cynthia's voice came from the office, but it was lacking in vitality.

Evelyn had her hair kept at the back, two bundles of strands from the side tied over it to make a lock and keep it in place. She didn't pay attention to the low mood, and pushed the door open. She came into the office with a file in her hand:

"I'm here with the report about the possible partners we could cooperate with locally, Miss Harsh. It took some time but I made sure to make it detailed, and I had the quality of the products of each possible supplier vetted."

Cynthia, with the messy bun she liked to gather her hair into, looked at the document Evelyn had in hand and questioned:

"A physical copy?"

Evelyn followed Cynthia's gaze and nodded:

"Yes, but I sent the original to your mailbox."

Cynthia nodded, then calmly pointed at her desk:

"Leave it there, I will go through it later."

"Alright."