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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!

The rain had started by the time Nyxara stepped outside the hospital, the cool droplets clinging to her skin as if they could wash away the weight in her chest. But no amount of rain could erase the hollowness she felt.

She had saved his life, yet it was clear that she was nothing more than a passing presence in his story. The woman in the hallway, the way the soldiers had stood guard, the silent exchange of unspoken words—it all told her what she already knew. Riven had his world, his people, his life, and she had hers.

She wanted to tell herself it didn't matter. That she wasn't hurt. That she had long moved past whatever admiration she once held for him. But as she walked through the dimly lit streets, her reflection in the puddles staring back at her, she knew it was a lie.

Memories of her past self—the girl who had once drawn strength from Riven's mere existence—flashed before her eyes. She had come so far, built a life of her own, stood on her own feet. And yet, one glance at him, one reminder of what had been, and it all came rushing back like an old wound torn open.

A sudden gust of wind sent chills down her spine, or perhaps it was the realization settling deeper within her—she had saved him, but she had lost something of herself in the process.

With a heavy heart, she stepped forward, her footsteps echoing against the emptiness of the night, knowing that some distances were never meant to be crossed.

Chapter 7: Shadows of the Past