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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

160 - From the ashes

"Your mother can suffer from multiple organs' failure at any moment. She is too weak for any kind of effective medication. She can't support too much or too strong of a medication. We can only stabilize her and help her body find a new balance on its own while hoping for the best. We can't determine in advance how long she will need to get better, and the most troubling part of the situation is her heart. Her heart…"

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Cynthia had a smile on her face when she came back to the ward her mother was staying in.

"You are back? What did the doctor say?"

Helen's voice, though soft from being weak, remained clear, and it held a soothing feeling even. She was looking at her daughter with a mild smile on her face, hiding the shortness of breath that had just assaulted her. She looked better than before, her face more rosy, even if only a little bit.