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

Had Michael been more well-intentioned, more sincere in his show of concern, he might have wondered about the blanket Cynthia was covering herself with. However he was only focused on her state, and the ideas the latter was making take root in his mind.

He went back to close the door, taking along the way the bag Cynthia had left on the couch when she had returned from the funeral earlier. The smell that assaulted Michael felt a little stronger than earlier, but his mind, focused on the opportunity he was seeing, which was making his eyes gleam, made him shrug it off.

He hurried outside, his jacket destabilizing a lamp on a cabinet he passed by, and by the time he closed the door behind him, the lamp fell and crashed onto the ground.

Michael paused at the noise, before he resumed walking without turning around. He put Cynthia's bag on the backseat, and was about to start the car. But at that moment, he was startled by a weak voice:

176 - From the ashes