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You were just a girl searching for warmth you had never known. Your father wore you down with his blame, his coldness, his harsh silence. And when he grew tired of your presence, he didn’t hesitate. He sold you. Yes—he sold you like a worn-out object, like an old doll tossed into a dusty box. He sold you to a military commander, the one who lifted you by your neck in front of everyone, as if you were nothing.

"Try hugging me again, and I’ll break your ribs." That’s what he said, his eyes burning with a fire that never died.

You trembled. Your body turned cold, your soul flinched, but you didn’t cry. You had forgotten how to cry when your heart had frozen over.

But they never knew… That those who sow cruelty often reap longing.

Months of humiliation passed, And then, suddenly—two months later… He came back.

Yes, he came back to you. And he was no longer the monster. He returned a broken man, desperate, searching for you like a drowning man gasping for air. He knelt before you, begging for your embrace.

On his shoulder was a tattoo of your eyes. On his wrist, your name. “If I ever lose my way… I’ll return to you, because you are my compass.” That’s what he said, his voice trembling like you’d never heard before.

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