Time passed quietly, and before he knew it, two years had gone by. Luke returned home from work and sank into the sofa, his gaze drifting to the photo of me on the coffee table. I smiled softly in the frame, serene and gentle—yet to him, it felt like a lifetime ago. Had he ever truly had her love? Or had he simply taken it for granted, never realizing its worth until it was gone? He closed his eyes. At first, the pain of losing his mate had been bearable—a dull ache, easy to ignore. But with time, it had settled over him like snow, layer after layer, until it hardened into ice, crushing him beneath its weight. Now, even breathing felt like a struggle. The front door opened—Jim was home. Now in middle school, he had more homework than ever. He barely glanced at him before heading to his room. "Wait." Luke sat up. "Your teacher called. She said you’ve been… playing games in class." His voice tightened. "You should be focusing on school. You failed in the exam for m
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