The Love From Vengeance

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LUKE’S POV

Burning in intense rage, I pushed Harriet away from me hard. “Let go of me, Harriet!” I yelled, my anger boiling over. She stumbled and fell to the ground, her smirk finally fading.

“You can’t do this to me, Luke. You can’t just leave me like this! I’m not going to let you.”

“I can do whatever I want, Harriet. And right now, I want to find Ariel and make sure she’s safe.”

“She doesn’t deserve you, Luke. She never did,” Harriet spat. “I’m the one for you. You are meant for

1. me. We are meant for each other.”

“That’s not for you to decide. Now tell me, where is she?”

“I don’t know. But even if I did, I wouldn’t say a damn thing.”

“You better tell me now, Harriet. I know how brutal and crazy you can be.”

“You don’t know me at all, Luke. You never did,” she hissed, standing up and brushing herself off.

“I know enough to know that you’re capable of anything,” I retorted, my fists clenched at my sides.

“You know what? Fine. To find your precious Ariel. But don’t come crying to me when she breaks your heart again,” Harriet sneered.”

“And who told you she broke my heart, huh?”

“Oh, please, Luke. If you’re going to start telling me lies, save those sh*t for someone else,” she spat

before marching off.

Ariel fast. But where could she be? My mind was still telling me

am I going to see you now? Where am I going to search? I’ve gone through so many places,

THREE DAYS LATER

quaint cemetery on the outskirts of town. I

1. Luke. The tragedy of a young life

family. Yes, his family, not mine. I didn’t even know that he was my

of those trying to hold back tears. The air was heavy with grief, and the atmosphere was suffused with a sense of profound loss. I scanned the crowd, recognizing familiar

and faces

standing at the front, their faces

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grief they must be feeling. I made my way towards them, offering a silent prayer for strength and comfort. And I still needed some for myself. But they needed it the most since they were the ones who spent years with him. The ones who watched him grew. But I was the one who witnessed

as he spoke of life’s fleeting nature and the precious gift of each moment. I listened, my thoughts drifting to the time I first met Lukel, a bright- eyed, energetic child. I could tell when I saw him at that moment.

Lukel–his infectious smile, his boundless energy, the joy he brought to their lives. Tears streamed

I found myself lost in a whirlwind of emotions: sadness, anger, and disbelief. How could a child so young be taken away? Why

a lone violin filled the air, its mournful melody weaving through the crowd. I closed my eyes, letting the music wash over me, a balm for my aching soul. I thought of Luke, of the moments we would never share, of the milestones

the clouds, casting a golden light over the cemetery. I felt a sense of peace settle over me, a quiet acceptance of the cycle of life and death. I

offering their condolences to the grieving parents. I approached Elizabeth and Manuel, my heart heavy with sorrow. I took their hands in mine, offering a silent gesture of support and love.

sorry for what happened.”

eyes. “Thank you, Luke. Thank you for being

you say

He’s the father of Lukel and

Manuel’s face changed as he glanced at me. “Is what she’s saying true? Are you the father of

out a deep sigh. “Yes, I am the father.”

I never knew about it? Ariel never told me. And speaking of Ariel, where is she? I

But since she’s not here, I think you already have an answer to your question.”

I’ve been really worried about her,” Elizabeth

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broken.

why haven’t you informed the police about it?” Manuel asked her.