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!

dripping from her heart. Her face

not difficult to answer, but he hesitated, which could only prove that the person he loved was

that her chest was so stuffy that she was going to be

you always love is Jemima! In this case, why should we give each other a hard time? Marley, I'm

She managed a smile and closed

manically and forcefully.

loneliness

know what was wrong with him. On the one hand, he didn't want to make Sylvie sad, but

irritability and contradiction in his heart. He lay down

No more talking.

had trouble falling asleep although she

she

was afraid of waking

didn't move. She closed her eyes and pretended to

Sylvie on the bed, and went out as quietly as he could. He wanted to go to the bar of the hotel for a drink to take a load off his mind.

door slammed, and

and lay feebly on the bed, holding the quilt tightly

were filled with strong loneliness and sadness at

wrapped her vulnerability in the dark. She was

She was alone!

was what she

knew the result for

what’s with the pain in her

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

opened, Sylvie lay on the bed and

that only the quilt could bring her a sense of security and warmth, but she looked so

of the light was on outside

He looked at Sylvie whose eyes were closed and there were shallow tears on her small cheek.

trying to caress her soft body and hold her

down beside her, gently wrapped her around. Sylvie

tension and knew that she was not asleep. He gently pulled her over, lifted her chin, and let

gently with his slender fingers, and his tone was

pair of dark

She replied angrily. Her voice was

bit her lips, trying to suppress her