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After the brutal murder of her mother and baby sister, Dahlia is left shattered, sent to live with her cold aunt, burdened by grief and a sense of disconnection. Haunted by memories and warnings about her father, Marcus, a ruthless killer, Dahlia feels lost in a world she no longer recognizes.

Her path intertwines with Lorenzo, a boy raised to be a weapon, shaped by violence and darkness. Drawn to his mysterious nature, Dahlia discovers a connection that offers solace amid their shared pain. As they confront their traumas together, they must navigate the secrets and shadows of their pasts, testing their bond.

Dahlia and Lorenzo's journey reveals the power of love and understanding in overcoming despair, showing that even in darkness, hope can bloom.


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Dahlia Vardar

« I wander through life like a ghost, searching for a path that feels familiar, yet everything is foreign

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« I wander through life like a ghost, searching for a path that feels familiar, yet everything is foreign. »


Lorenzo Caravaggio

« They trained me to kill, but they never taught me how to live with the blood on my hands

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« They trained me to kill, but they never taught me how to live with the blood on my hands. »

Elara Rinaldi

« Love was a language I never learned; I've spent my life translating silence into sorrow

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« Love was a language I never learned; I've spent my life translating silence into sorrow. »


Rocco Tanaka

« I analyze every moment, every word, until I can't tell what's real and what's just my fear

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« I analyze every moment, every word, until I can't tell what's real and what's just my fear. »


Vivienne SinClair

« I've built walls to protect my heart, but sometimes I wonder if I've locked myself inside

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« I've built walls to protect my heart, but sometimes I wonder if I've locked myself inside. »

Fabian Thorne

« Sometimes, the emptiness feels like a black hole, threatening to swallow me whole

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« Sometimes, the emptiness feels like a black hole, threatening to swallow me whole. »



AUTHOR'S NOTE :

WARNING!!!!
This story contains graphic depictions of violence, blood, and murder. It explores themes of trauma, grief, self-harm, and mental health struggles that may be triggering for some readers. Reader discretion is advised. READ AT UR OWN RISK.


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