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.

and frustration. I needed to find Ariel fast. But where could she be? My mind was still telling me that

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

THREE DAYS LATER

hung low in the sky as I made my way to the small, quaint cemetery on the outskirts of town. I adjusted my tie nervously,

1. the funeral of Luke. The tragedy of

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

The air was heavy with grief, and the atmosphere was suffused with a sense of profound loss.

faces

parents, Manuel and Elizabeth, standing at the front, their faces etched

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offering a silent prayer for strength and comfort. And I still needed some

the trees, carrying the scent of freshly turned earth. The minister’s voice was a soothing murmur as he spoke of life’s fleeting nature and the precious gift of each moment. I listened, my thoughts drifting to the time

joy he brought to their lives. Tears streamed down her face, and Manuel reached out to steady her, his own grief palpable in every line

a child so young be taken away? Why do such tragedies happen in the world? The questions swirled in

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

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 looked

crowd began to disperse, offering their condolences to the grieving parents. I approached Elizabeth and Manuel, my heart heavy with sorrow. I took their

sorry for what

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

why do you say that?” Manuel asked her.

the father of

he glanced at me. “Is what she’s saying true? Are you the

deep sigh. “Yes,

And speaking of

to this funeral. But since she’s not here, I think

I’ve been really worried about her,” Elizabeth entered, her tone low and

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broken.

haven’t you informed the police about