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The accident took away his freedom, leaving wounds that not only changed him physically but also shattered his heart. Since then, he chose to lock himself away in his room, shutting the world out completely. As long as he remained trapped in his paralyzed body, he refused to interact with anyone. He even developed a hatred toward women-except for his mother, who remained faithfully by his side. But one unexpected incident changed everything in an instant. The accident two years ago had crushed his gentle and loving nature, replacing it with a cold, angry, and cruel persona. A man who once embodied kindness and warmth had turned into someone hardened, no longer showing compassion to anyone. Arvid Keenan, once a gentle and affectionate man, now drowned in rage and bitterness, hiding his broken heart behind a cold demeanor that wounded anyone who dared to come close.
Chapter 1 Arvid Keenan hadn't left his room in two years
Arvid Keenan hadn't left his room in two years. His world was confined to four walls, the only space that felt safe enough to hide the scars he couldn't bear to show. The accident had stolen more than just his ability to walk. It had stolen his life. His purpose. His soul.
Before that night, Arvid had been a man of warmth, someone whose smile could brighten the darkest of rooms. He had been the kind of person who would go out of his way to make others feel loved, to give them a sense of belonging. He was gentle, kind, and patient, especially with those he cared about. But the man who existed in that room now was nothing like the one he had once been.
His legs no longer worked, paralyzed from the waist down after the crash, but it was the injury to his spirit that hurt him most. He had once been full of dreams, hopes for the future, and plans to build a life that mattered. Now, all of those things had crumbled beneath the weight of his broken body and shattered heart.
Each day blurred into the next, a continuous cycle of emptiness. The only thing that kept him going was the care of his mother, Evelyn Keenan. She had been by his side since the moment the doctors told her the truth. That her son, once a vibrant young man, would never walk again. That he would never live the life he had planned. But even worse than his physical paralysis was the slow, painful death of the man he had been.
Arvid's eyes lingered on the window, the light from the outside world harsh against the dimness of his room. He had long since stopped looking for anything beyond those walls. The people he once loved-his friends, the acquaintances who had called him for advice, the women who had once adored him-had all faded from his life. They didn't understand. They couldn't. No one could understand what it was like to be trapped in a body that refused to obey, to be a prisoner of your own mind. No one could understand how deeply the accident had broken him.
He hated how people looked at him now-those pitying glances that dripped with sorrow. It was worse than the silence. The silence at least allowed him to pretend he was still in control, still a man. But the pity? The pity was a reminder that he was no longer the person he had been.
"Arvid, lunch is ready," his mother's voice drifted through the door, soft and gentle as always. Her presence had become a comforting constant, a reminder that there was still something in this world worth holding on to. But even her love couldn't lift the weight of the darkness that had settled over his life.
"I'm not hungry," he muttered, his voice hoarse from disuse.
There was a pause on the other side of the door, and then his mother spoke again, her tone filled with a quiet persistence. "You need to eat, Arvid. You need to take care of yourself."
He clenched his fists, frustration bubbling to the surface. Why couldn't she just leave him alone? He didn't want to eat. He didn't want to pretend that things were okay. They were far from okay.
He could hear her sigh, that familiar sound that always tugged at his heart. She was the only one who had stuck by him through everything. She had been there when he'd first awoken in the hospital, a broken man-physically, emotionally, spiritually. She had been there when the doctors gave their grim prognosis, when he had cried in his mother's arms for the future he would never have.
"Please, Arvid," she said softly. "For me, just for today, eat something."
With a grunt of frustration, Arvid wheeled his chair toward the door. He was tired of this. Tired of being coddled, tired of being treated like a child. But he also knew, deep down, that he couldn't bring himself to say no to her. Not now. Not when she was the only one who still believed he could be more than the wreckage he had become.
He rolled out into the dining room, where the aroma of his mother's cooking filled the air, momentarily distracting him from the heaviness that clung to him like a second skin. The world outside may have seemed like a distant memory, but at least in this room, in this house, there was a semblance of normalcy.
Evelyn sat at the table, her eyes tired but warm. She smiled when she saw him, but it was a smile that couldn't fully mask the sadness in her eyes.
"You're looking better," she said, though the words felt like an attempt to hold onto something that was slipping through her fingers.
Arvid didn't respond. He hadn't looked at himself in a mirror in months. He didn't need to. He knew what he looked like-broken, hollow, a shell of the man he had been.
As he sat down at the table, he reached for the food without a word. The taste was bland, almost meaningless, but he ate because he knew she would worry if he didn't. Arvid didn't care about food anymore. He didn't care about much of anything, except the feeling that he was slowly sinking deeper into a pit of despair that he couldn't escape.
He couldn't even bring himself to care about the hate he felt for women now. He didn't want to feel that way. But he couldn't stop it. The accident had stripped away so much of his humanity, and in the aftermath, he had found himself loathing the idea of closeness, of affection, of love. Especially love from a woman.
He couldn't bear it. He couldn't bear to be touched, to be seen as weak or vulnerable. And yet, he was both-weak and vulnerable. To think that a simple crash could bring down a man so thoroughly, change him so completely... It was the cruelest thing life could have done to him.
But the worst part? The worst part was that, deep down, he knew he hadn't truly accepted what had happened. He hadn't let go of the anger, the frustration, and the deep sense of betrayal. His body was broken, yes, but his heart? His heart was still fighting.
"I'm going to be fine, Mom," he said, though the words felt hollow, as if he was trying to convince himself more than her.
Evelyn didn't answer immediately. Instead, she reached out and placed a hand over his, the warmth of her touch a comfort he didn't want, but needed. "I know, darling. I know you're trying."
Trying. That word hung between them like a shadow, both of them knowing that no matter how hard he tried, no matter how many times he said he was fine, Arvid was far from it. He was lost in a world where nothing felt real anymore, where the pain of the past consumed him every waking moment.
But what if, just once, something could change? What if, for the first time in two years, he could feel like himself again?
The thought was fleeting, but it lingered long enough to make him wonder.
Maybe, just maybe, there was hope for him yet.
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Chapter 1 Arvid Keenan hadn't left his room in two years
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Chapter 2 His life was now a cycle of monotony
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Chapter 3 Arvid's heart hammered in his chest
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Chapter 4 unable to find rest
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Chapter 5 How much of this was orchestrated before his birth
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Chapter 6 The truth was waiting
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Chapter 7 There are people who will come for you
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Chapter 8 Morozov raised his glass slightly in mock salute
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Chapter 9 There is one thing
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Chapter 10 Arvid leaned over the balcony railing
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Chapter 11 more than a kingpin of the empire
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Chapter 12 The dawn broke in streaks of silver
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Chapter 13 swallowed by creeping vines and moss
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Chapter 14 We don't have answers to that yet
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Chapter 15 Whatever lay inside
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Chapter 16 Somewhere no one can find us
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Chapter 17 so unexpected and so final
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Chapter 18 The letter in Arvid's hands trembled
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Chapter 19 Arvid sat in the passenger seat
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Chapter 20 it was all too much to process
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Chapter 21 The awakening had left
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Chapter 22 thickening the air around them
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Chapter 23 Hollow Flame had subsided
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Chapter 24 waiting
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Chapter 25 Stronger than you ever thought possible
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Chapter 26 What's happening to you
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Chapter 27 Into the Depths
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Chapter 28 The clash came not with a roar
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Chapter 29 Arvid hadn't spoken in an hour
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Chapter 30 advancing with the cold inevitability of fate
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