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Valentine's POV:

My grandmother’s stance tore at my very core. Her support for Timmy and his cronies, the very people responsible for Edward's demise, filled me with an insurmountable rage. I couldn't fathom how she could align herself with those who caused such immense pain.

The love I held for Edward was an unyielding force within me. He wasn't just a boyfriend; he was my heart, my world. To witness my grandmother condoning his perpetrators was a betrayal that cut deeply, leaving a searing wound in my soul.

Her attempts to erase Edward from my memory only fueled my resolve to cling onto every precious fragment of his existence. I refused to heed her misguided words, clinging to the memories and the love I held for Edward, a love that transcended any futile attempts to erase it.

Each time my grandmother attempted to coax me into forgetting Edward, I turned a deaf ear to her words. I couldn't forsake the love and the bond we shared, despite her persistent attempts to sever those ties.

Instead, I found solace in the guidance offered by the king and queen, my parents. Their unwavering support became my anchor in the storm of conflicting emotions. Amidst the turmoil, it was their understanding and empathy that served as a balm to my wounded spirit.

In the midst of this turmoil, my best friend, Frostbite, emerged as a beacon of support. He saw something, a glimmer of hope amidst the relentless darkness that had enveloped me. His steadfast presence and the support he offered became a lifeline in my struggle against the maelstrom of emotions.

Frostbite guided me to a place of profound significance, a place where Edward and I had shared a moment so tender and pure. It was the very spot where our voices harmonized in a song about love, a melody that echoed the depth of our feelings for each other.

As we stood in that sacred place, the memories flooded back, each note of our shared song a poignant reminder of the love we had cherished. The tears welled up in my eyes, spilling down my cheeks in silent lament for the love lost, the heartache that seemed unending.

The bittersweet recollections of that moment intertwined with the heartache, creating an emotional whirlwind within me. The pain of losing Edward was a persistent ache, an indelible wound that seemed to deepen with each passing day.

The echoes of our song still lingered in the air, a haunting reminder of the love that once filled that very space. As the tears continued to flow, I found myself surrounded by a cacophony of emotions, the love I held for Edward mingled with the deep sorrow of his absence.

Description
Valentine's POV:

My grandmother’s stance tore at my very core. Her support for Timmy and his cronies, the very people responsible for Edward's demise, filled me with an insurmountable rage. I couldn't fathom how she could align herself with those who caused such immense pain.

The love I held for Edward was an unyielding force within me. He wasn't just a boyfriend; he was my heart, my world. To witness my grandmother condoning his perpetrators was a betrayal that cut deeply, leaving a searing wound in my soul.

Her attempts to erase Edward from my memory only fueled my resolve to cling onto every precious fragment of his existence. I refused to heed her misguided words, clinging to the memories and the love I held for Edward, a love that transcended any futile attempts to erase it.

Each time my grandmother attempted to coax me into forgetting Edward, I turned a deaf ear to her words. I couldn't forsake the love and the bond we shared, despite her persistent attempts to sever those ties.

Instead, I found solace in the guidance offered by the king and queen, my parents. Their unwavering support became my anchor in the storm of conflicting emotions. Amidst the turmoil, it was their understanding and empathy that served as a balm to my wounded spirit.

In the midst of this turmoil, my best friend, Frostbite, emerged as a beacon of support. He saw something, a glimmer of hope amidst the relentless darkness that had enveloped me. His steadfast presence and the support he offered became a lifeline in my struggle against the maelstrom of emotions.

Frostbite guided me to a place of profound significance, a place where Edward and I had shared a moment so tender and pure. It was the very spot where our voices harmonized in a song about love, a melody that echoed the depth of our feelings for each other.

As we stood in that sacred place, the memories flooded back, each note of our shared song a poignant reminder of the love we had cherished. The tears welled up in my eyes, spilling down my cheeks in silent lament for the love lost, the heartache that seemed unending.

The bittersweet recollections of that moment intertwined with the heartache, creating an emotional whirlwind within me. The pain of losing Edward was a persistent ache, an indelible wound that seemed to deepen with each passing day.

The echoes of our song still lingered in the air, a haunting reminder of the love that once filled that very space. As the tears continued to flow, I found myself surrounded by a cacophony of emotions, the love I held for Edward mingled with the deep sorrow of his absence.