Painful desire

" my mom asked, I nodd

and gentlemen" I answ

force me to file for divorce, that's what I don't want to do b

d visited my grandmother, she was the only one I told ab

nd lit a candl

rted and took the dry le

u always ask me is, am I okay? Actuall

I'm alone here in the cemetery

t is the reason why I'm sad, gra

alking to the grave

force me to file a divorce so don't tell her, I love him so much I don't w

a handk

me and my jaw al

Ash

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concern evident in her voice. I nodded, fo

ping to quell any suspicions. Mom's smile reassured me

ing me to distance myself or worse, pressuring me to file for divorce. But

ry, where I sought counsel from my late grandmother, the only

candle, the flickering flame cast

hing away dry leaves. "You always asked i

elf to speak freely, unburdening my heart to the o

sad," I continued, my voice

oured out my fears and insecurities, confess

e him," I confessed tearfully, my heart aching with the prospect of losing him

trembling hand, a rustle behind

ce him, my emotions laid bare befor

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e, his expression a mix of concer

he began, his voice soft, "but

ively. "How much did you hear?" I ask

ing. "Enough to know you're hurting, an

the fear of his reaction. But as I met his unwavering gaze,

sed, my voice barely above a whisp

h you from the start," he admitted, his words heavy with regret. "The truth is, I inher

nto place. "So that's why you've been distant, why you've been avoiding

into my mess," he confessed, his vulnerability stripping away the barriers be

dows from my heart. "I'm here for you, Ash," I whispered, reaching out

andlelight, we found solace in each other's embrace, united by

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hton and I sat in the elegant dining room, savoring a r

is," I remarked, tracing my finger along

nt of nostalgia. "It holds a lot of memories," he ad

is emotions. "Tell me about it," I urged gent

buried beneath the surface. But as he met my

terness. "When my grandfather was alive, the mansion was a place

events that had shaped his childhood, the betrayal of trust and

" he confessed, his voice thick with emotion. "But the past has

ace of his pain. "You don't have to face it alone, Ash," I whispered, my voice trembling wit

ygone memories, we made a silent vow to confront our demons and forge a new

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ting the protagonist's unwavering support and commitment to their shared journey of healing and redemption. I