The Love From Vengeance

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ARIEL’S POV

Luke and I stared at each other for what seemed like an eternity, and I noticed a woman sitting close to him, deep in prayer. It wouldn’t be a bad idea if he joined her. He needed to pray too, so God could give him a sense of how to handle situations in his life.

By the way, I wondered why he was at the hospital. The expression on his face wasn’t reassuring, and I must admit, this was the first time I had seen him like this. Or was it? I couldn’t recall.

I continued to gaze at Luke, but he shifted his gaze away from me, and I followed suit without hesitation.

“Ma’am, please have a seat. We’re already taking care of that little girl. She will be alright; there is no need to worry,” the nurse assured me. She was the one who directed me to this bench.

“Could you find me another place to sit? I don’t think I’ll be too comfortable here,” I said to the nurse, though my eyes remained fixed on Luke. He also looked at me, aware of what I was referring to.

“I’m afraid the other chairs are occupied. Please, ma’am, just sit here,” the nurse gestured towards the bench.

“Thank you, but I’d rather stand,” I replied, crossing my arms.

“Are you sure about that, ma’am?” the nurse inquired.

“Yes, don’t worry. You can go now.” I smiled at her, and she returned the gesture before walking away.

I turned to Luke once again, and he quickly averted his gaze. He didn’t want me to know he had been staring at me the whole time..

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“What brought you here, anyway?” I asked Luke, but he didn’t respond. Either he heard me and chose to ignore me, or his mind was elsewhere, “I asked you a question, mister.” I spoke up loudly, and he looked at me immediately.

“Are you talking to me?” He asked, pointing at himself.

look

you

in

tears streaming down his face, and he kneeled down

wrong, Simon? Why are you crying?” the woman asked,

the man replied, his words barely coming out of his mouth. “Terry is gone;

held each other’s hands and drowned in

LUKE’S POV

my heart. This was indeed a sad moment losing someone you loved so much. It reminded me of the time my parents died. Back then, I was

anymore.

My father was my

that shone the brightest among all others. My mother, too, was the best–a lovely character as beautiful as her face. She was one of a kind,

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and I knew she felt really sorry and could burst into tears any minute. She was still the soft Ariel I knew five years ago, although

nothing but watch Ariel. Tears were about to come out of her eyes, but she held herself together

had no idea who

my head against the wall. It was time to go and check on Harriet. I had spent too

me. But I walked away from her and made my way to the room where Harriet was. She had finally regained consciousness. I was really glad to see her eyes open

door and walked inside the room

hear her, as she was really weakened by what had

and I gently held her hands. “Why, Harriet? Why did you have to do such

direction for a moment before turning to me. “You made it clear to me that it was over, so I felt like there

like that. You have every

about that.” Harriet said it faintly, with a pained smile on her face. “I love you so much, Luke. But I’m sorry; I know I messed up big