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My heart was empty and my mind was blank as I glanced at the grave in front of me.

My eyes hadn't shed a tear since that day, as if I couldn't, as if my body was compelled to do so.

I knelt at Tyson's grave and read the words over and over.

Tyson Kaylen Viola.

A son, cousin, nephew and friend.

May his spirit find eternal rest.

My legs gave up, as I fell to the ground, and I sat cross-legged on the cut green grass.

I spread the daffodils I had gathered for him from our garden across the stone.

"I love you, Ty." I whisper as I kiss my hand and place the same hand on the stone.

Then, after two days, a solitary tear streamed down my cheek as I glanced at his image.

It was a photo of the two of us taken a year ago in California during our summer break. The photo was of us in front of the Hollywood sign; he knew I was always eager to go, so he took us.

As if the tear hadn't been there in the first place, I wiped it away.

I rose up from the floor after saying my final goodbyes and took one last look at the cemetery.

I stood there, staring at his and my parents' graves, knowing that I was the last of our close-knit family left.

I knew I had another aunt and uncle, but they weren't particularly family-like.

As I patted down my skirt and turned around, my gaze shifted away from the cemetery.

As he stood against his car, a cigarette between his lips, Angel's eyes met mine as he peered at me through his ray bans emotionlessly, mirroring my exact facial expression.

I told him he didn't have to come with me, but he argued that there wasn't any way he wouldn't come with me.

I walked up to him, only thinking about one thing, the overwhelming need to avenge my cousin's death.

Angel put out his cigarette and opened the door for me, as I kept my focus on the ground as I was about to walk in but then he stopped me.

His tattooed arms wrapped around my body and embraced me. My arms came from my sides and wrapped around his neck as I sighed and leant into his touch.

Angel was the only thing that kept me from crumbling; he hadn't left my side once, making sure I ate, slept, washed, and, honestly, just got through the day.

And, even though I couldn't express it right now, I was grateful beyond words.

I backed away from him, my eyes heavy despite the fact that I wasn't tired; it was pure exhaustion from the pain and numbing.

Angel held my face in his hands and leant down to give me a little kiss on the cheek as he looked down at me through his glasses.

"I'm right here with you." He murmurs to me, assuring me that everything will be fine in the end.

I leant into his touch with a nod.

After that, we got in his car and drove back to our town.

We sat in silence inside the car, the silence was peaceful, the sun shone brightly, and the sky was clear, which was unusual for where we lived.

Carlos had managed to capture Francis and his sister, as well as a few other survivors.

Angel didn't want them to die, instead, he said he wanted them to suffer for what they had done to me, and I agreed.

Though my reason was different from his, I hadn't cared what they did to me. I wanted them to suffer for their actions against Angel and Tyson.

I soon discovered that Michael was the one who had shot Angel, and my dislike for him evolved into hatred.

And as for Francis, I didn't hate him; I was simply disappointed and upset that he had betrayed me.

He knew how much I cared about Tyson because I told him so. Nonetheless, he chose to take the gun and murder him.

When Francis pulled the trigger, all friendship and feelings were wiped away with the rain. I simply didn't care about his suffering; even if he had helped and comforted me during my captivity, all of my trust had been shattered by what he had done.

"I want to see him." Turning away from the window, I say.

Angel gave me a sidelong glance as he began to park his car in front of his house.

"Are you sure you're ready?" He asks as he switches off the ignition.

"Positive," I say turning to him.

He removes his glasses and turns to face me, his eyes scanning every feature, visibly tensed as he came to a halt over my bruises.

I sighed and gently pressed my palm against his cheek, drawing his gaze back to me.

As I stare at him firmly, my eyes bore into his.

"I'm okay now." I assure him.

As he nods, he tucks his bottom lip into his mouth. I lift my head and press a delicate kiss to his cheek with my lips.

I pull back and offer him a slight smile before unbuckling my seatbelt, he noticed and got out on his side and went around to my door before I could open mine.

I smile inwardly at that.

We walk to his front door after getting out of the car.

Angel had told me that I could live with him for the time being, and I accepted, minus the circumstances I was happy to be with him.

"We'll leave tomorrow, rest tonight," As we enter, he tells me.

As we walk towards the elevators, I nod and slip my arm through his.

It was now dark out and my body was exhausted from the sorrowful day.

He led us to his bedroom after exiting the elevator and, once inside, he closed the door behind him while I went to his bathroom.

After undressing, I grab Angel's black t-shirt and pull it over my body.

Before returning to his room, I rinse my face and brush my teeth.

Angel sat on the side of his bed, his sculpted tatted body on display for me as he was now shirtless and dressed in a pair of grey sweatpants.

His focus was strained on his phone in front of him as I walked towards the bed.

I slumped onto the bed, sprawling my body across the wide, comfy mattress.

Angel turned away from his phone and faced me. I instantly moved over to him and rested my head on his chest as his arm wrapped around my waist, pressing me even tighter to his side.

I sighed and stared at the ceiling, peering at it blankly.

As I felt his hands trace patterns across my thigh, shivers ran up my spine. Slowly, I shifted my gaze to his, my eyes connecting with his.

I climbed higher and hesitantly pressed my lips on his.

My heart quickened as the desire to feel him on me fired my body, as he kissed me back slowly.

As our kiss deepened, I shifted my weight onto his, straddling him while we kissed passionately.

My tongue effortlessly slipped into his minty mouth, our tongues exploring each other's mouths while our lips moved in unison.

My hands brushed over his chest, prompting him to tighten up.

Tears began to flood down my cheeks, completely out of my control.

All of the tears I'd been holding back had spilt out, but I ignored them as I pushed my hands closer to the hem of his pants.

Angel appeared to come to a halt as he gradually drew my hands away.

"No, Daisy," He says this as he pulls away from me, sharply gazing at me.

As I stare at him, tears fall down my face.

"Why? Do you not want me anymore?" As I talk, my voice cracks.

"Because if you don't, it's okay," I said, tears streaming down my cheeks

I was thrown onto the mattress, as he climbed on top of me, his body hovering over mine.

As he peered down at me, his eyes were cold.

"Daisy, don't be so stupid." With his eyes narrowed, he says firmly.

His eyes soften slightly as more tears stream down my face uncontrollably.

"I'll always want you, for as long as I'm alive and after." He says this while wiping tears away with his thumb and moving the hairs off my face with his other hand.

"I'm not going to take advantage of you while you're in this condition." Looking into my eyes, he explains.

"Baby, you need to heal." He leans in close to me and whispers.

I swallow and hastily nod my head.

His lips pushed on the last tear that had fallen down my cheek, then he moved them to the tip of my nose and kissed me tenderly.

My arms came around his neck as I pulled him onto me.

He sat to the side, allowing me to wrap my legs around his waist and snuggle against his massive frame.

As we lay peacefully together, the blankets had become curled around our bodies, and a gentle drizzle began to fall from the sky.

My eyes were closed as I listened to Angel's rhythmic breathing, my face buried in his warm chest.

My body eventually fell off into a peaceful sleep while being in the arms of my Angel.