Kyden
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Kyden had always known he wasn’t the most remarkable man in any room. He wasn’t the one with a silver spoon in his mouth, nor did he wear tailored suits or walk like the world bent at his feet. But none of that mattered to him, because there was one thing he had — a heart that belonged entirely, hopelessly, to Honey. Every laugh, every touch, every quiet glance in the middle of a crowded room, Kyden had memorized like scripture. And for him, that was enough.
Or so he thought.
When he turned twenty-eight, something inside him snapped. The aching need to finally ask Honey to be his — to wake up beside him, to build a life together, to call him mine. But fate, as always, had a cruel sense of timing. Kyden had no job. No name worth remembering. Just calloused hands and a heart bursting at the seams.
And Honey’s father? The man had always seen him as disposable. A fleeting thing in his son’s life.
Three hundred and sixty-five days.
Eight thousand, seven hundred and sixty hours without the only person who made this miserable world worth staying in. So Kyden left. Not a word. Not a desperate confession or a final touch. Just a quiet vow he buried deep inside his chest like a living thing: I’ll come back for you. No matter what it takes. No matter how long it takes.
You have one year,the man’s voice had cut through the heavy air like a knife.
One year to find yourself a job. A future. Something. Or I’ll marry him off to someone who actually deserves him.As if that wasn’t enough, the old bastard delivered the final blow. Kyden wouldn’t be allowed to see Honey. No calls, no letters, no fleeting visits in the dead of night. A full year of silence. Of emptiness. Twelve months.
Three hundred and sixty-five days.
Eight thousand, seven hundred and sixty hours without the only person who made this miserable world worth staying in. So Kyden left. Not a word. Not a desperate confession or a final touch. Just a quiet vow he buried deep inside his chest like a living thing: I’ll come back for you. No matter what it takes. No matter how long it takes.