Love 💞in the Ashes of Hate😡 Final Episode: Flames Beneath the Rain The rain had quieted to a drizzle, tapping gently on the tin roof like the fading pulse of a wounded heart. Fumi sat on the edge of Segun’s bed, wrapped in a threadbare towel. Her once-radiant dress now hung across a chair, dripping sorrow onto the floor. Segun stood by the window, arms folded, his eyes watching the alleyway outside. Silence lingered between them—thick, suffocating, unspoken. She finally broke it. “You haven’t asked me why I really came.” Segun turned, eyes tired. “I figured you’d tell me if you wanted to.” She swallowed hard. “I’m not here just because I lost my home. Or because I have nowhere else to go.” He raised a brow, waiting. “I came because… I was wrong,” she said. “About everything. About my father. About you. I let pride blind me. I let his hatred bury what we had.” Segun’s expression didn’t change, but his eyes flickered. “Do you know what it’s like,” he said quietly, “to watch your family starve because someone wanted to prove a point? To see your mother beg for justice while the world believed lies?” “I do now,” Fumi whispered. “That’s the hell I’ve been living.” He looked away again, fists clenched. “I didn’t come for forgiveness,” she said, voice firming. “I came because despite everything… I still love you.” His breath caught. The weight of her words hung in the air like incense in a shrine—sweet, thick, and impossible to ignore. “I don’t know if love is enough,” he finally said. “We’re standing on ashes, Fumi.” She stood and stepped toward him. “But even from ashes, fire can rise again.” Their eyes met. Not as enemies. Not even as lovers. But as two people who had been burned and still chose to reach for warmth. He took her hand slowly, cautiously. “If we do this… it won’t be easy.” “I’m not looking for easy,” she said. “I’m looking for real.” Outside, the rain stopped completely. And for the first time in a long while, the sky above Makoko held silence—not of sorrow, but of promise.