Chapter 209 Sharing II
As the city lights dimmed, Damon held Svetlana's hand and helped her stay grounded as she opened up about a painful part of her past.
She used to live in a quiet, small town with family and friends. Her life was full of love and warmth.
Her father was a proud, kind man, and her mother was her greatest comfort. It was an idyllic childhood, until conflict shattered it all.
There were only faint whispers at first, hints that trouble was spreading through their country.
But those hints grew louder, and soon, a neighboring country's aggression turned into full-blown invasion.
Overnight, the country changed. Soldiers roamed the streets, and the sound of artillery got closer.
Fear spread through the group like a fog as people talked about lost loved ones and destroyed towns.
With men being drafted in waves, her father was called to serve.
For Svetlana, it was the beginning of her world crumbling.
She watched her father, her hero, don his uniform with a hardened resolve, his reassuring smile masking a worry he couldn't quite hide.
He hugged her tightly before leaving, telling her he'd be back soon.
She clung to those words, hopeful, yet unaware of how much life was about to change.
The absence of her father became a painful silence over the months, which her mother filled with quiet courage.
They waited together, and her mother did everything she could to keep Svetlana safe and positive, trying to keep her from seeing the worst parts of the war.
But the stress was too much. The food and water ran out, and her mother's fear grew stronger every day.
The happy, lively woman Svetlana knew started to fade away under the weight of fear and grief.
The reality they were facing slowly destroyed her once-optimistic spirit.
As her mom's health got progressively worse, it was clear that she was only hanging on for Svetlana.
Despite her weakening condition, she did everything in her power to secure a place in one of the few refugee camps that promised safe passage out of the country.
They finally reached the camp, a haven from the chaos, though barely able to shelter them from the loss they'd endured.
Then, one morning, Svetlana awoke to a heartbreaking silence beside her.
Her mother, who was the only family member she still had, was dead. Her hand was cold and still. Svetlana felt her last hope slip away at that very moment.
The empty shelter felt colder, and she lay beside her mother for hours, unwilling to leave the one person she had left.
Eventually, international aid arrived, led by organizations offering evacuation to countries willing to shelter displaced families.
Alone, Svetlana was taken from the only world she'd known, and she found herself in the United States, where she and other young refugees were dispersed.
Adjusting was difficult, but a couple came to her aid, Victor and Lacey, who would soon become her new family.
Though she missed her parents fiercely, they never forced her to call them 'Mom' or 'Dad,' letting her grieve at her own pace.
Victor, once obsessed with UFA, found new purpose in helping Svetlana adjust, and Lacey became her quiet but steady support.
They gave her a sense of stability, helping her rebuild a life from the pieces of her past.
Svetlana got used to her new surroundings, but she still carried the memories, the pain, and the quiet resolve that her parents had taught her.
And now, sitting with Damon, she felt the weight of that story lift, shared for the first time, and held with the gentleness she had long needed.
"Look at me."
Damon softly lifted her chin and looked at her with a soft eye that didn't judge but did understand. "Look at me," he repeated. His calm voice helped her stay in the present.
She paused, but slowly, her eyes met his, and her face showed her emotions, vulnerability.
He saw the tears she had been holding back and the burden of years she had been carrying by herself. Explore more adventures at мѵʟ
But Damon's steady look gave her a quiet notion of relief and let her know she didn't have to carry it all by herself anymore.
"You've been through so much," he said softly, his thumb brushing her hand, "but you're here, and you're stronger than you realize."
There was a small smile on her face, and she let herself relax for a moment, letting the warmth of his presence ease her.
She leaned into him, her head resting on his shoulder, finding a solace she hadn't known she needed.
With her head resting on his shoulder, they sat in the quiet embrace of the park, the hum of the city fading into the background.
Damon looked down, noticing the peaceful way she leaned against him.
Her eyes were closed, and there was a softness to her expression that he hadn't seen before.
He felt her breathing, slow and steady, matching his own.
In that moment, he felt a calmness he hadn't realized he'd been missing, a kind of peace that had seemed impossible in his life until now.
This connection, not even a parent could give.
She opened her eyes and looked up at him, as if she could feel his gaze. Her face was so close to his that he could see every feature and thought moving through her eyes.
"You know," he started, his voice low and quiet, "I'm glad I met you."
A faint blush colored her cheeks as she held his gaze, a small smile forming. "Me too." Her voice was barely more than a whisper.
Damon reached out, brushing a stray lock of hair from her face, his fingers lingering just a second longer. "I never thought I'd be here," he admitted. "With someone who just… gets it."
She didn't say anything, but her hand tightened around his, and that simple gesture spoke louder than words.
They sat like that, wrapped in the silence that felt anything but empty.
Finally, after a long pause, Svetlana pulled back just enough to look at him fully. "Damon," she started, her voice a little unsteady, "thank you for tonight. For… letting me in and listening to me."
He nodded, the weight of the moment settling around them. "Thank you, too. For trusting me. And for listening."
Damon held her hand a little tighter.
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