LifeDayDreams

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...?
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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.
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Love from the ashes

The Harsh family was having dinner, with their sole daughter, Cynthia, present.

Most families' get-together was something that brought joy, along with a relaxed atmosphere, especially with a daughter that lived outside most of the time. Everyone would chat and laugh, catching up while enjoying one another's company. But that was not the case for the dinner that was going on.

It was like an overcast sky, instead of a clear blue one. Depression hung in the air, light but ever-present, as the dinner happened in silence. Michael looked decidedly unhappy, his expression impassive in anger, while Cynthia kept her head low, but with her focus only partially on the food she was bringing to her mouth.

The young woman's mind was the source of the depression painted on her face, as well as the one hanging around like a lead ladened cloud, only exacerbated by the negative emotion projected by her father.

084 - From the ashes