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.
138 - From the ashes
Daemon gave Evelyn the time to calm down. He turned back to the scenery, his eyes hiding the thoughts going through his mind, like the unknown depths of a lake.
When Evelyn finally regained some of her bearing, her emotions calmer, she looked at the profile of the man she loved, and for the first time, she noticed some obvious things.
The height difference between them was different from before. While her skin remained fair, his had become a little more tanned. His physique was also more developed, something she had appreciated before without taking the time to think about. And those were just changes visible outside, because what life tended to change the most was the heart, and the mind.
"What are you trying to say, Daemon?"
The question was asked with some trepidation she didn't know she was failing to keep at bay, because she was afraid. She was afraid that the last few months had been an illusion, a fantasy, and she was afraid it might shatter.