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She was the silence before the storm.
He was the storm that never passed.
In a world stitched together by secrets and scar tissue, two people met on opposite sides of a war they didn't start-but sure as hell finished.
She was never supposed to care.
He was never supposed to break.
But love has a habit of blooming in blood-soaked soil. And when trust is weaponised, even angels learn to sharpen their wings.
First, they hated.
Then, they healed.
Then, they hurt.
Now?
Now they remember. And remembering might be the most dangerous thing of all.
This is not a fairy tale.
This is a siren song wrapped in gunpowder and longing.
© A Love Made of Ash 2025
Written by TinyTypewriter