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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

164 - From the ashes

Cynthia remained in the dim and quiet ward for a little longer before standing up. Her gaze soft, she carefully made her mother more comfortable on the bed and tucked her in better, before she left with a smile, her eyes hardly leaving the sleeping form until she closed the door.

The corridor of the hospital was brighter, and the noise, while kept low, especially at the late hour, was still present.

Cynthia took a breath to gather her bearings, before moving to the escalator. The elevator might have been more efficient, but she was feeling the need to reach her destination not so soon, to take her time to calm the trepidation afflicting her heart.

Still, no matter what, Cynthia reached an office in the end, a door remaining the last obstacle before her destination.

*Knock* *Knock*

She waited for a moment, before she heard a mature male voice from inside:

"Come in."

Steadying her breathing, Cynthia went inside the office.