Lovestruck Scar

The man finally sat on his chair, he sighed and stared into the small framed picture on his table. It was the picture of a woman with brown skin and black braided hair.

"Oh, Johanna, what am I doing?" I got you killed, got our first daughter killed," he muttered, shifting his gaze to another picture, one of a younger woman who was a brunette. "Our second daughter probably despises me, and now, i'm dealing with otherworldly beings. But soon... I'll be with you again."

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Henry was sweating profusely as his arms swinged forth and back constantly, with intense speed, without any intention of stopping. His legs pounding the belt of the treadmill as he ran on a spot, a determined look etched on his face as beads of sweat trailed down.