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.

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

to see you now? Where am I going to search? I’ve gone through so many places, and I haven’t yet seen you. What will I do about this?

THREE DAYS LATER

small, quaint cemetery on the outskirts of town. I adjusted my tie nervously, feeling the weight of the occasion pressing

1. Luke. The tragedy of a young life cut short weighed heavily

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

hear the soft murmurs of the mourners and the sniffles 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 faces

faces drawn.

at the

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heart ached for them, knowing the unimaginable 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

soothing murmur as he spoke of life’s fleeting nature and the precious gift of each moment.

as she spoke of Lukel–his infectious smile, his boundless energy, the joy he brought to their lives. Tears streamed down her face, and Manuel reached

as the service continued, I found myself lost in a whirlwind of emotions: sadness, anger, and disbelief. How could a child so young be taken away? Why do such tragedies happen

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

sun broke through the clouds, casting a golden light over the cemetery. I felt a sense of peace settle over me, a quiet acceptance of the cycle

to the grieving parents. I approached Elizabeth and

so sorry for what

tears glistening in her eyes. “Thank you, Luke. Thank you for being here.

why do you say

of Lukel and Janice,” she answered

as he glanced at me. “Is what she’s saying

deep sigh.

it? Ariel never told me. And speaking of Ariel, where is she? I haven’t seen her in the past two days. Is she

she was with me, she’d come to this funeral. But since she’s not

been really worried about her,”

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broken.

police about it?”