A Moment in Destiny

"Tired?" Marley sneered, “Today, Jemima kissed me, which is the same as Ernie kissing you! I know how you feel! But don't go too far! I told you it was an accident, and it’ll never happen again.”

His voice grew louder and his face suddenly changed. He stared at her with cold eyes, making Sylvie shudder.

She looked up at Marley who was mad and asked, "Marley, OK! Let's talk. What do you want to talk about? Let's talk about it now!"

She was really tired. Why did he have to talk to her? She didn't feel like talking about it at all! She was exhausted and was not in a mood to talk.

Marley was suddenly in a trance, not knowing what to say.

"Marley, you can't forget Jemima, can you?" Although Sylvie's voice was very soft, Marley was shocked.

In an instant, countless pieces of memories began to emerge in his mind. Although it was no longer as painful as before, it still hurt. “Sylvie, I’m over Jemima!"

"This afternoon, you left me and went after her. At that moment, I felt that you really couldn't get over her! You were so flustered when chasing after her.” She added, "Besides, you’re getting more emotional. I don’t think you are immature, but you’re not used to a world without Jemima!"

When Marley found that he was angry again, he realized that Sylvie had misunderstood his expression, so he sighed and said, "If I say that I am angry because of you, will you believe it?"

"I don't know!" Should she believe? At the bottom of her heart, a sense of sadness was surging over. She asked, “Do you think I should believe it?"

"Why don't you believe it?"

"Because you have lived with Jemima for five years, and you have been together for a long time!" she said.

"I..."

"Marley, do you love me?" Sylvie asked.

She knew she would believe him if he answered her. But he hesitated, and just a moment of hesitation, Sylvie knew that he loved Jemima.

A wave of silence and sadness emerged from the bottom of her heart as if to annihilate her consciousness.

In Marley's heart, Jemima had always occupied an important position, which she couldn’t pry into. After all, Jemima was the one who had lived with him for five years.

She was naive enough to think that after so many things, she was the most important in Marley's mind, but she was wrong. She regretted asking the question the moment he hesitated.

Marley also hesitated. Did he love Sylvie?

He never thought about it!

to be able to hear the sound of blood dripping from her heart. Her face turned suddenly

asked for a long time. It was not difficult to answer, but he hesitated,

only felt that her chest was so stuffy that she

me, and the one you always love is Jemima! In this case, why should we give each other a hard time? Marley, I'm tired and don't want to talk. Would you please stop talking to me? I want to

bore the broken heartache. She managed a

thick hair manically and forcefully. He

her loneliness at this time upset

didn't know what was wrong with him. On the one hand, he didn't want to make Sylvie sad, but when she asked him if he loved her, he hesitated again. But

irritability and contradiction in his heart. He lay down and said in

No more talking.

had trouble falling asleep although she was very

she

couldn't sleep. He wanted to turn over in bed but was

closed her eyes and pretended

he could. He wanted to go to the bar of the hotel for a drink

door slammed, and

over and lay feebly on the bed, holding the quilt tightly in her arms, her

fair face turned pale and the beautiful eyes were

in the room and wrapped her vulnerability in the dark. She was all alone in the strange hotel room in a

She was alone!

what she wanted,

in love with Marley, she knew the result

what’s with the pain in

hotel room, was still very upset. He wanted to have a drink, but he gave up. He

moment the door opened, Sylvie lay on the bed and closed her

quilt tightly, just like a child. It seemed that

some of the light was

at Sylvie whose eyes were closed and there were shallow tears on her small cheek. Through the wet pillow, he knew that she had cried after he

hand, trying to caress her soft body and hold her in his

face of her tears, he hesitated. He lay down beside her, gently

her tension and knew that she was not asleep. He gently pulled her over, lifted her chin, and let her face him. “Sylvie, are

her tears gently with his slender fingers, and

the dark, the light outlined Marley's angular face. The pair of dark eyes just

Her voice was hoarse

lips, trying to