LifeDayDreams

“I don't like judging people, but sometimes I can't help it. I don't like talking behind people's backs, but sometimes I do. I just want to live a good life, but sometimes I can't.”

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. And 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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Love from the ashes

Evelyn moved to tuck her long skirt below her legs, looking like a wounded animal retrenching itself with its posture defensive, while looking on with hollow eyes filled with old scars. She felt a chill despite the sweater Daemon had forced her to wear to avoid risks of complications.

She didn't feel Daemon move, but she feared being unable to face him, so she simply held the hand he had on the handle of the wheelchair over her shoulder, and spoke again, her voice soft:

She didn't take in the look on her father's face when he turned, finally noticing the open door, nor did she look at her younger brother. Evelyn did not even look at her mother who opened her mouth to call her with the little bit of energy she had mustered.

348 - From the ashes: Old scars, new wounds