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.

I needed to find Ariel fast. But where could she be? My mind was still telling me that Harriet had something to do with

am I going to search? I’ve gone through so many places,

THREE DAYS LATER

way to the small, quaint cemetery on the

1. I was attending the funeral of Luke. The tragedy of a young life cut short weighed heavily

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

of those trying to hold back tears. The air was heavy with grief, and the atmosphere was suffused with a sense of

faces

Andre’s parents, Manuel and Elizabeth, standing at the

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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

spoke of life’s fleeting nature and the precious gift of each moment.

his boundless energy, the joy he brought to their lives. Tears streamed

of emotions: sadness, anger, and disbelief. How could a child so young be taken away? Why do such tragedies happen in the world? The questions swirled in my mind, unanswered and

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

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 around at the faces of the other mourners, seeing

crowd began to disperse, 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

for what happened.”

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

do you say

their father. He’s the father of Lukel and Janice,”

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

a deep sigh. “Yes, I am the father.”

said under his breath. “How come I never knew about 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 here, I think you already have an answer

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

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broken.

informed the police about