I Got Married Without You

She finally mustered the courage not to go in and just stayed downstairs in the living room. She didn’t do much, just kept Erin company, sitting on the couch, watching TV. When it was time for dinner, she got up and went to the kitchen to make a blueberry pic..

While making the blueberry pie, Erin stood by, arms crossed, silently watching her busy about. Only when she finished and brought the dish to the table did he sit down.

At this point, Stella would pick up a piece of blueberry pie and put it in Erin’s bowl. “Try it and see if it tastes good.”

Erin raised his eyebrows slightly and then parted his lips, motioning to Stella, “Feed me.”

With a resigned smile, Stella picked up the blueberry pie again and put it in his mouth, watching him slowly eat it. Her resigned smile would then turn into a doting one.

Even if the piece of blueberry pie had fallen from a height and smashed on the ground, she still wouldn’t have noticed and would continue to feed Erin the pie, as if it could make up something.

At night, Stella would hold Erin’s hand and go to the garden outside the villa. It was actually overgrown with weeds, but in Stella’s eyes, it was a garden…

beach, then lie on the lawn, look at the night sky, look at the stars, and talk to

into his embrace, close her eyes and sleep. Even though it was just a

she spent 29 days with

pushed open

window. There was nothing

was dead. After they moved the body, no one would

inside, with a hint of decay. This scent tempted Stella towards death. It seemed that only in death could she

step to the French window,

him to repay her own life, so she should die in the same way he did. No one could

the local police, admitting that Erin did not commit suicide out of fear, but that she shot him dead. It was a belated

raised the gun in her hand, without any hesitation, aimed it