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Amara - Lost in His Light, Found in His Shadow!

At eighteen, (Nyxara, a medical student) was drowning in the darkness of her own life—abandoned, lost, and without purpose. But then she saw (Riven, a soldier), a man who shone like the morning sun, radiating strength and kindness. He was never hers to have, never someone she could reach. Yet, just by watching him from afar, she found the will to rise, to grow, and to carve her own path in the world.

But fate had never been kind to her. He fell in love with another. And instead of despair, she smiled, accepting the destiny that was never meant to be hers. She moved on, carrying only the quiet gratitude for the light he had unknowingly given her.

Years passed. She became someone strong. But when she crossed paths with him, he was no longer the man she had admired. The warmth in his eyes had turned to ice. The man who once inspired her to live had now become hollow, burdened by the weight of hatred and loss. His wife had been murdered, and the world he once saw with hope was now drenched in blood and vengeance.

Now, the roles had reversed.
He was lost in his darkness.
And she was the only one who could bring him back to the light.

Amara - Lost in His Light, Found in His Shadow!

Nyxara hadn't planned on seeing Riven again so soon. And yet, here they were—another evening, another conversation. She didn't know what drew her back to the café near the military base, but a part of her didn't question it.

Riven sat across from her, his presence calm but firm, like an anchor in stormy waters. He wasn't one for unnecessary words, and she appreciated that. Silence with him didn't feel awkward—it simply existed.

"You don't seem like the kind of person who lingers," he said after taking a sip of his coffee.

She shrugged. "Maybe I just needed a change of scenery."

He smirked slightly, as if he didn't quite believe her. "Or maybe you were hoping to run into me again."

Nyxara rolled her eyes. "Don't flatter yourself."

But the truth was, she wasn't sure why she kept finding herself in places where their paths might cross. Maybe it was the way he had spoken to her on the rooftop, how he had seen through her pain without her having to say a word. It was rare to find someone who understood without asking.

"I leave tomorrow," Riven said suddenly.

Her chest tightened, though she didn't understand why. "Where to?"

"Classified." He leaned back in his chair, observing her. "But it won't be for long."

She nodded, stirring her drink absentmindedly. "Be safe."

For a moment, his expression softened. "You too."

They parted ways that evening, and Nyxara told herself she wouldn't think much of it. But as she lay in bed, staring at her ceiling once again, she realized something strange.

Chapter 3: Unfinished Conversations