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He turned to her, and she felt a wave of ice sweeping her limbs, wishing that she had been blinded before she saw this breaking in his soul.

"Lilia, the only thing I feel is pain, pain in every cell of my body, my soul, and my being, as if I die with her every time."

She pulled him to her, took him in her arms, and rocked him like a little child. "Oh, the apple of your mother's eye, you'll find her; you just need to calm yourself down and focus on your feelings. Don't let the pain consume all your energy; focus on her call. Go, fly your wings and search for her. Go."

She freed his waist from her two small arms, making way for him to go. She gestured encouragingly at him, secretly praying to the Almighty to have mercy on her son and restore his soul to him.

Aaron stood from his place, trying not to lose his balance. He took a deep breath and walked out of the room, avoiding being caught in any kind of emotion. He didn't want to feel anything but her. Remembering her words, "You're not looking in the right place; remember where you saw your dragon for the first time," where did he see her? He saw her in the middle of a land covered with death and blood. She was standing on the top of a hill, sick and weak and pleading for his proximity. He spread his wings proudly and sped off into space, following his intuition and following him, Kyle, unable to leave him alone in this situation, praying to the Almighty to be able to find her.

"Run, focus on the calling of the soul; you will feel that something is pushing you to go a certain direction and not another. Don't think, just follow your intuition; it will lead you to it."

Aaron closed his eyes and was led by a very thin thread that he felt was getting stronger for a while and getting weaker again; he flew over the area dozens of times, went down and up and inspected and screamed and felt helplessness possessing him.

He landed on the hill from which he kept moving away to return to and stood looking around a lake. Why does he find himself always returning to it, a hill lying on the edge of the afflicted spot?

Kyle put it behind him. "What's up? I've been here more than four times. Can you sense her presence here???"

Without any comment, he found himself glowing, pushing a fireball towards the ground, making a wide hole, hitting it with one another and another until he found himself facing a flat, smooth rock.  her shrine.

They stood at the top of the pit, staring at Sama's body lying beneath them, curled up in the fetal position, inside a rectangular rocky box, as if it had been made especially for her and to protect her.  Deeply, he found her, found his soul buried, kneeling on the ground unable to stand any more, raising his neck towards the sky crying, crying and wailing full of his throat, crying his sorrows that he did not dare to reveal and his joy that he does not know how to express, crying thanks to the Almighty for protecting and returning them.

Kyle approached him, kneeling close to him, placing his palm on her chest, where her heart was, sending his white energy into her, supporting her body with it, and speeding up her heart's work to bring her back to life.

It was only moments until she gasped violently, sipping her breath with difficulty, transmitting the soul through her body at a tremendous speed. She gasped, floundering through the walls of illusion that still lived between them, screaming, filling her throat, summoning Aaron tight from his embrace to her, and she increased the violence of her struggle, trying to break free from it, digging with what she had left of her nails.  Bloody in his chest, struggling to sip in the air, trying to break free from her nightmare that she was living over and over for a week in his condition, Kyle shouted, "Leave her, leave her; she's still imprisoned in those moments. Aaron frees her."

Aaron released her from his arms and watched her writhing and wallowing like a slaughtered chicken whose soul had been taken from her, gasping wildly unconsciously that she was breathing and that there was actual air entering her lungs that gave her life.

Aaron returned to her, unable to see any more of her torment. “Sama, sama, my love, you are out of that grave, you are out, my dear dragon, we have found you; please, open your eyes and look around.”

She stopped listening to Aaron's voice addressing her, the voice of the lover who had been swallowed up by the earth as it had swallowed her and buried him under its rubble with Lucifer. She slowly opened her eyes, blinking several times, trying to clarify her blurred vision, and raised her eyes to the sky, watching the shadows of the sun in the middle, hot and bright; she closed them, unable to bear them any more.  Paying attention to Aaron, her pupils narrowed, trying to convince herself that it was real and not an illusion, kneeling beside her, anxiously looking at her, waiting for her next reaction.

She crawled towards him on her knees, leaning against his warm chest, and he began to spread warmth to her feeble body. She raised her arm, touching her trembling fingers stained with dirt and blood to his pure and wet skin, causing it to be polluted.  to her, he found her.

Slowly and quietly, she leaned her head against his chest, where his heart was, closing her eyes, savoring the sound of his conflicting heartbeat, beating like drums. She sighed relaxedly, wrapping her thick arms in her arms reverently, "You've found me, you're fine, you've found me, Aaron, thank you, thank you."

He narrowed her, unable to hold back his tears any longer, unleashing them, washing his soul from his tragedies, worshiping them, and thanking the Almighty for her return to him.

He took her in his arms, spread his wings, and leapt with her in the direction of the house they were buying. Kyle followed him, asking, "Where to?"

"Go away with her; I won't take her back to the palace, and I don't want to see any of you. Go back and don't follow me."

"what!!  Did you lose your mind??  She needs care and attention, and everyone is worried about her; at least come back and let's discuss it.”

Aaron turned to him, glowing and regal, poison in his arms possessively, flapping his wings to stay aloft, and Cale bellowed with a boiling mule in his veins, roaring with it.

“They abandoned her; they left her to her fate because since they knew her identity and they are planning how to eliminate her, they do not want her. It is impossible for me to trust them around her again. Go to them and tell them that I will not come back and they will forget about us forever.”

"Aaron, you know we can't get away from each other; will you abandon me too?"

Aaron was silent for a moment, answering confidently, "Yes, I don't want you in my life anymore. You can turn to me when you feel the need for energy, I'll support you with it, empty my energy, and then you can come back to your life away from me. I don't want you around me anymore, Kyle."

He finished talking about him, continuing his flight towards his destination, but Kyle did not comply with his request later with him; it is impossible for him to leave him and abandon him. He feels it and knows the reason for his desire to be away. In the end they disappointed him and his hope, but he is sure that they did not intend to abandon her, but rather they forgot her, insulting the misfortunes that followed.  They are against them from every direction, and this will never be forgiven them.

Aarn rolled his body towards Kyle, roaring, "I told you not to follow me," and shoved him with his glare so violently, causing him to lose his balance, and the latter tumbled down in a rush, causing panic. Aaron watched his slide with a clenched heart and a short breath in anticipation, not wanting to cause him harm, breathing in a sigh of equilibrium the moment Kyle regained his balance.  To tread the ground in moments and leap on its surface with a rush.

Cale leaped to the ground, hissing in succession to his brother by means of the spiritual band, "Go, Aaron, I'll give you some time to calm down, and then we'll go back to this conversation."

"I've made my decision completely closed to the matter. Go back and live your life with Kira as it should, away from worrying about me. You deserve a better life than this, an independent life with your wife, and we will be fine, I promise."

“You will break your mother’s heart, you know that. Do you mean that?”  Cale asked suspiciously, disapproving of his brother's intention.

“All I want is to get away and tell my mother that I forgive her for what I did, which I would not have forgiven her if I had not been able to find Sama. Peace, my brother.”

He ended his speech, cutting through space, severing the spiritual connection between them due to the distance separating them, causing Kyle to feel inferiority and deep stillness, loneliness and emptiness, since in his life he had never strayed from Aaron in this way. Will they be able to continue in this way??!!

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He raised a spoonful of seafood soup towards her mouth, watching her eyes carefully, with a sullen expression, arching his eyebrows as if he was in excruciating pain or experiencing a severe internal struggle.  Silently taking her food from him until she was satisfied, he removed the tray and left the room towards the bathroom.

She sighed tiredly, hearing the sound of water in the sink. Yes, that's what she needed after she filled her stomach with warm soup.

Filling the basin with warm water and scattering perfumes and oils on top of it, he took off her tattered clothes that were stained with dirt and blood and carried her in his arms, slowly dipping her in the water.

Her convulsive body and rusty bones let out a faint sigh from her throat. The moment the water began to work its miracle, she simply relaxed, leaving Larn the task of cleaning her body of the sediment that had been stuck for a week.

"How do you feel??"  He whispered to her as he dabbed her scalp with hair-cleansing liquid.

She closed her eyes, sighing, "I'll be fine, Aaron; don't worry about me."

“Who told you that I am worried about you?”  He said, releasing her hair from his fingertips, rinsing it with warm water.

She closed her eyes, enjoying what he was doing, laughing faintly, and commenting lazily, “Hmm, that means that you weren’t worried about me, and you weren’t worried all the time that coincided with my absence.”

"Well, I've been completely out of my mind, wandering like crazy through the rubble, screaming your name. May you answer me? I've missed my dragon."

She opened her eyes straight in the tub, and the cold hit her back, causing her body to shiver. "Aaron, is our nightmare over? Are you free? My heart is mine, and no one will snatch it from my chest."

He smiled at her gently, cradling her cheeks between his palms, gently touching her wet skin, still not believing that she was here, sitting across from him and talking to him, afraid that he would wake up and discover that it was just a dream and that she was still under the rubble waiting for him to come to her.  He inhaled her scent deeply, trying to contain it inside his ribs. He pulled it out of the water as she wrapped her arms around his neck, her arms deepening with their hearts, digging deeper into it. He brought her to the bed, slowly throwing her wet body, wrapping it in a soft, fragile cloth.

Sama drew him to her, grumbling that he had released her, so he returned to her with a gentle kiss on her cheek, commenting, "I also need a warm bath, because I haven't washed in a week."

She stared deeply into his eyes with tenderness, seeing Aaron's kind soul, whose existence he had always fought in prison, showing cruelty and indifference, inside him, a small child who was frightened and terrified by the storms of feelings raging within him and the overwhelming emotions that captivated his soul.

“Aaron, you have within you a good seed that craves tenderness and attention. Please, try to unleash that child within you and stop fighting everyone around you. Bless yourself with the inner peace of self that you yearn for, and I will never give up on you and make sure that my fate is your destiny no matter what.”

He took her hand from his cheek, patted it gently, releasing her, and ran from her to the bathroom.

He has always lived his life in complete monotony, fueled by anger, hatred, and an urgent desire to destroy, break, and burn, feelings he understands their nature and knows how to satiate their feelings and release them from his depths, but with Sama he discovered another type of feeling, a type that he does not know how to control, deal with, or even release.  In the open, but he is certainly confident that Sama is a central point in his life, and without it, life in him will be lost in every way. It is the fuel that ignites the fuse of his heart and soul and provides it with continuity. It is the vast sky that embraces his sun with open arms, allowing him to rotate in its orbit and receive everything he offers it with openness.  chest.

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