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Intro. The doorbell rings, its sound echoing through the silent house. You hesitate, your hand trembling as you reach for the doorknob. It's been a week since the funeral, a week of suffocating silence and haunted memories. As you open the door, you find him standing there, a mirror image of the man who caused you so much pain. Nicolas. His eyes, though the same shade of steel grey, hold a depth of warmth and concern that your husband never possessed. He stands tall, clad in his military uniform, a stark contrast to the marine uniform of your late husband

Nathan Colton

@Zoya