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Damon... 1 year later... I got out of the car and stood in front of father home, the same home I lost my mother in, the same home I never felt as home. Father stood there with tears in his eyes, he stood proud and tall. I made my way towards him with the help of my cane; I was walking again, walking without a beating heart that èsabella took with her. This was my first time ever leaving the apartment while standing on my own, without any help. All thanks to èsabella, I pushed all the pain in my body and focused on the pain in my, I fought harder and harder every day, fighting for her, to forgive me and love me again. "Look at you, you're walking again. I can't believe my eyes." Father said as I made my way up to him. He embraced me with a hug for the first time ever in his life.