The Love From Vengeance

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ARIEL’S POV

The minutes passed by, Luke and I were in the car, as I drove in silence, the rhythmic hum of the engine seemed to amplify the weight of the situation. I couldn’t shake the feeling of unease that settled in the pit of my stomach, a constant reminder of the skepticism that lay ahead.

Glancing at Luke from the corner of my eye, I couldn’t help but feel a pang of guilt. I was guilty of what he was going through, for the turmoil his mind was in, and for the things I had yet to reveal.

Well, not that it was my fault or that I should be guilty, but it was just a thought, and it couldn’t escape my

head.

Still gazing at Luke, his profile was illuminated by the soft glow of the dashboard lights, casting shadows across his features. He looked lost in thought, his brow furrowed in enthrallment, as if trying to piece together fragments of a puzzle that refused to fit.

I couldn’t begin to imagine what was going through his mind, the confusion and frustration that must be paddling around inside him. And yet, despite it all, he remained remarkably composed, a substantiation to his strength of character.

Turning my attention back to the road, I focused on the rhythmic pattern of the passing streetlights, each one a fleeting reminder of the miles we had yet to travel. The silence stretched on, heavy and apprehensible, filling the car with an unspoken tension that seemed to hang in the air like a thick fog.

But through the quiet, a sense of solidarity began to take root within me. Despite the doubt of our circumstances, I knew that we were in this together, bound by a shared history and a promise of

companionship that transcended memory.

And so, I drove on, the steady measure of the road beneath us a comforting reminder that no matter how twisted life may seem, there was always a path forward, waiting to be discovered.

Lost in my thoughts, I barely noticed when Luke finally broke the silence, his voice soft and hesitant as he

spoke.

“Ariel…”

料

I turned to him, startled by the sound of my name on his lips. His eyes met mine, searching for something

I couldn’t quite name.

thank you,” he said, his voice barely above a whisper.

emotion rising within me at the sincerity of his acknowledgement.

don’t have to thank me, Luke,” I replied, smiling incompletely at him. “I’m just doing what any person in this world would

it. Everything feels kind of strange, but I appreciate it. And once

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grew

darkness, I knew that no matter what twists and

view of it. A lot of terrible things had come right at us. Different villains in our story, heartbreaks that one could barely count. But still, the sun always shines brightly upon our lives, and the setting is

the heaviness of our shared silence seemed to press heavier upon us. The cadenced

a chandelier

I awaited his reaction. But as his gaze swept over the grandeur of

Luke’s

disbelief.

lost memories. “You… moved here. Currently, this is our home. Not

the reality before fin with the

what about my grandfather?” he asked, his voice

of unspoken words. I knew that revealing the fate of his grandfather could unleash a tidal wave

a silent vow to protect him from unnecessary suffering, even if it meant withholding painful truths

my words with deliberate caution. “But let’s focus on the present,

brow remained, a silent

mind.

don’t you think it’s time we leave the car?”

sure.” He nodded and left.

house,” Luke vocalized as the

is your house.”

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gate, and there

I

miss,” Marcus greeted back, standing upright immediately.