IN BETWEEN
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When her unhealed scars become open again, the chaos and pain is eating her up then. When the fire within her starting to cease, and her soul being in between. How will she manage to stand up again?
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She waited at the altar. But he never came. The flowers wilted before the vows. The whispers started before the tears could fall. She stood there alone, wrapped in lace and disbelief, while the man she loved hid behind silence and shame. He couldn't marry a girl with a burnt face-not when his reputation bled so easily under scrutiny. Not when her scars told a story he didn't want written beside his name. He didn't even come to say goodbye. What followed was not heartbreak. It was humiliation. A broken wedding. A family that looked away. Eyes that pitied her like she was the ruin, not the survivor. So she left. Being alone felt kinder than staying where love came with conditions. Then she met him. He was quiet when the world was loud. Calm, though the storm lived in his eyes. A man with hands that didn't flinch at her scars, who spoke to her not like she was broken, but like she was still becoming. He wasn't the man anyone sent to save her. In fact, he was the one everyone warned her about. The disgrace. The black sheep. And yet, it was his voice that steadied her. His strength that carried her through hospital hallways, plastic surgery rooms, and sleepless nights that left her gasping. He never asked for her past-he only offered her a future. He loved her without flinching. Not for her beauty. But for her fire. With him, she didn't just heal-she rebuilt. Not into the girl she once was, but into a woman with steel in her spine and grace in her silence. when she returned-when her skin had mended and her eyes no longer begged for kindness-the man who left her at the altar came crawling back. Suddenly, he could see her again. But it was too late. Because standing beside her was the man who never left. The one who gave her his soul when she thought she had none left to give. And when their eyes met, she finally understood: She was never his to lose. She had always belonged to the other brother.
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