Post by @mybaby2342

Here’s the English translation of your text, keeping the emotional depth and flow intact: That day, Alpha thought he was the happiest man in the world. Because by his side was Omega — the one he loved more than his own life — and their little daughter, the precious crystallization of that love. A family of three once had evenings filled with laughter, once dreamed together of a long future ahead. But the scythe of death cruelly took Omega away. In just a moment, the home once overflowing with happiness shattered into pieces. The house was still there… but Omega’s warmth was gone. From that day on, Alpha no longer knew how to smile sincerely. At night, when his daughter was fast asleep, he would quietly open the old wardrobe, hold onto the clothes that still carried the faint scent of Omega. He closed his eyes tightly, trying to deceive himself that she was still lying beside him… that if he just reached out, he could touch her. But every time he opened his eyes, all that remained was the cold emptiness. The pain was like a blade lodged deep in his heart — impossible to pull out, impossible to heal. His little daughter always asked about Omega with tearful eyes: “Daddy… Mommy will come back, right?” Alpha didn’t know how to answer. He could only hold his child tightly, as if letting go would mean losing the last piece of his world. Time passed, and the two of them kept living… but never truly stepped out of the past. Whenever they accidentally saw someone with eyes, a smile, or a face resembling Omega, both would unconsciously gaze for a long time. Selfishly, they treated those strangers as “substitutes,” just to see Omega’s shadow once more in this life. Because the one they loved was already gone. But the love for Omega… still lives on forever. And perhaps, the most painful thing is not death itself. It is having to keep living, while the heart was buried with someone on that day. ( * Friday night broken hearted alliance *