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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 · Urbano
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276 Chs

126 - From the ashes

Allan and the group watched the scene. They could feel the rejection from the apologetic smile on Evelyn's face even from where they were. And to no one's surprise, Marc didn't get the hint, whether intentionally or not.

And as he pushed his luck, they could see Evelyn's expression go from gentle, to at the end let a little of her displeasure show. And just like the brunette in the group had predicted earlier, Dinaia, who had been held back before, snapped. They could not hear her words from where they were, and they could not see their friend's face, with his back to them, but they could feel their imagination fill the missing pieces, leaving them partly amused, partly helpless, and partly disgusted.

The one with small red stains on her while gown sneered, as Marc turned to walk back, then said: