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!

the sound of blood dripping from her heart. Her face

was still hesitating after she asked for a long time. It was not difficult to answer, but he hesitated, which could only

stuffy that she

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

soft voice bore the broken heartache. She managed a

his thick hair manically and forcefully.

and her loneliness at

didn't want to make Sylvie sad, but when she asked him if he loved her, he hesitated again. But he really felt

to control the inexplicable irritability and contradiction in

No more talking.

while, Sylvie had trouble falling asleep although

she was

over in bed but was afraid of waking Sylvie.

She closed her eyes and pretended

could. He wanted to go to the

and

on the bed, holding the quilt

face turned pale and the beautiful eyes were

quiet all around. She turned off all the lights in the room and wrapped her vulnerability in the dark. She was all alone

She was alone!

was what she wanted,

love with Marley, she knew the result for a long time, didn't

the pain

who came out of the hotel room, was still very upset. He wanted to have

moment the door opened, Sylvie lay on the bed and

shrinking on the bed, holding the quilt tightly, just like a child. It seemed that

lights were turned off, and only some of the light was

He looked at Sylvie whose eyes were closed and there were shallow tears on

out his hand, trying to caress her soft body and

lay down beside her, gently wrapped her

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

his slender fingers, and

opened her eyes. In the dark, the light outlined Marley's angular face. The pair of

angrily. Her voice was hoarse because of

her lips, trying to