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.

want to say… thank you,” he said, his voice barely above

a swell of emotion rising within me at the sincerity

I replied, smiling incompletely at him. “I’m just doing what any person in this world

smile right at the corners of his lips. “Still… I appreciate it.

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smile grew

this moment, as the miles stretched out before us and the world outside faded into darkness, I knew that no matter what twists and turns

count. But still, the sun always shines brightly upon our lives,

our journey, and the heaviness of our shared silence seemed to press heavier upon us. The cadenced hum

entrance of our mansion, a chandelier of familiarity, right there, and we might still

at Luke, expectancy tingling in my veins as I awaited his reaction. But as his gaze swept over the grandeur of the

to live, is it?” Luke’s voice broke through

disbelief.

I replied softly, my heart aching at the realization of his lost memories. “You… moved here. Currently, this is our home. Not the normal mansion you used to

struggling to reconcile the reality before

my grandfather?” he asked, his voice vibrating

words. I knew that revealing the fate of his grandfather could unleash a tidal wave of grief and pain, emotions that he may not be ready to confront in his current

point, as I met Luke’s pleading gaze, I made a silent vow to protect him from unnecessary suffering, even if

choosing my words with deliberate caution. “But let’s focus on the present, okay? We’re here together, and that’s

though the furrow in his brow remained, a silent voucher to the turmoil

mind.

time we leave the car?” I

nodded and left.

me that this is my house,” Luke

This is your

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the gate, and there was Marcus in his usual

I

Marcus greeted back, standing upright immediately. “Good evening,