Red mist-The secrets within me

Red mist-The secrets within me

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(LOVE AND DEEPSPACE FAN-FICTION) Elysia Ashford is a Deepspace Hunter and Captain, leading her team with unwavering strength. But behind her fearless exterior, she's haunted by a past she can't remember. As she struggles to uncover the truth about who she really is, Elysia is forced to confront not only the secrets of her past, but the dangerous forces that threaten her future.
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Elyanna loved in quiet surrender, in glances stolen beneath the weight of unspoken words. She had spent her life standing in the shadows of a love that was never hers to claim-watching Sylus chase a dream that had Serena's name stitched into its seams. But Elyanna knew how to keep secrets. She kept her longing pressed between the pages of time. She kept her pain hidden behind soft smiles and steady hands. And most of all, she kept her heart's slow betrayal locked away, its fragile beats whispering a truth she dared not share. When fate offers her a choice-a chance to fight for borrowed time-Elyanna takes it, leaving behind the echoes of everything unsaid. But love has a way of unraveling even the most carefully guarded truths. And Sylus, who never turned to see her standing there before, finds himself searching for someone who may no longer be waiting. How do you mourn someone who was never truly yours? How do you hold on to something that was never spoken, yet lingers in every breath? Perhaps love is not always loud. Sometimes, it lives in the silence. And sometimes, it is the silence that hurts the most.

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