When Ethan uncovers the truth behind the murder of his family, he faces a critical choice: Will he let revenge be his weapon, or will he allow the flames of love to burn it away?
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Perhaps our roads were never meant to be crossed, however I alwa...
"Trapped in the bleakness of my existence, destined to remain in this desolation forever. The cries of sorrow, the screams of despair, and the echoes of my pain, never relenting, as if they have no intention of letting me go... Numb? Is it the right word for what I feel? I don't know... sorrowful pain like a relentless barrage of bullets, each one striking with unyielding force. I try to remove one, hundreds take its place, and I no longer even notice."
"Yes, perhaps I am numb..."
"Tears? They have dried, and sadness feels like a distant memory. Grief? Pain? I can't feel them no more."
"Scream? Maybe..."
"Am I dead? Am I alive? For if my heart is shattered and in pain, and if my mind has surrendered to those haunting memories.. I don't think I'm alive... Perhaps it's just my soul... drifts aimlessly between earth and sky. Should it remain with this decaying body or should it just leave it to die?"
Ethan muttered facing the mirror, bare-chested, bathed in the soft morning light. His chestnut-brown hair caught the sun's rays, dancing gently in the breeze. His eyes, a deep and captivating brown, held a hidden depth, reflecting the world's mysteries. His pale, flawless skin seemed almost ethereal in the sunlight, contrasting with the shadows of his room. The necklace resting on his chest shimmered, occupying the center of it.
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Ethan mused to himself: "Another day, another mask," pondering which facade to adopt today. As if on cue, a knock interrupted his thoughts.
"Come out, you lazyass!" Leon's voice rang out. "They'll be here soon, and you're still holed up in your room."
"I know, Leon." Ethan replied with a sigh, sensing Leon's excitement contrasting with his own reluctance. As Leon left, chuckling, his green eyes sparkling with excitement, while his hair swayed with every step. Ethan muttered to himself, "Looks like it's the usual mask today—a faint smile, but not genuine, just as always."
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Gazing out of his window at the bustling city streets below, His chestnut-brown locks dancing with every breeze, adding an aura of mystery to his already enigmatic presence. His eyes fell upon a little girl playing joyfully with her doll, her laughter echoing through the air. His jaw tightened, his grip on the necklace growing stronger. Watching her, he couldn't help but reminisce about his own lost emotions, remembering a time when he, too, had experienced what others calls "happiness."
