In Love, Never Say Never

I didn’t have the courage to die because I was scared of the pain, be it slicing wrists or jumping off a building.

The fear of pain made me a cowardly person.

His face sank. “Scarlett, this is the last time. If you’d rather hurt yourself than get revenge, then I’m done. Whether you live or die will have nothing to do with me.”

I lifted my hand to grab his arm, apologizing in a hoarse voice, “I’m sorry. I was wrong. I shouldn’t have let my emotions take control of me!”

The fact was, I couldn’t bring myself to die just like that.

Seeing my red-rimmed eyes, he sighed and placed my hand underneath the blanket before saying, “Don’t do anything stupid again. You have a long way ahead of you. Take things slowly and you’ll be fine.”

I nodded and fell into a daze with my eyes fixated on the ceiling. Why couldn’t I run Ashton over? Why wasn’t I brave enough?

Sleep took over me once again, and it was already midnight by the time I woke up.

The moment I opened my eyes, I locked gazes with the man I was supposed to meet in the afterlife.

As usual, Ashton was clad in a black tailored suit. Perhaps because the heater was turned on, he took off his coat, revealing the impeccably ironed white shirt, which was completely befitting of his personality.

“You’re awake.” He came forward and looked at me with an unreadable glint in his eyes.

He was the last person I wanted to see, so I shut my eyes.

hurting anywhere?”

any desire to talk, I remained

you like

frown appeared between my brows as the back of my hand throbbed with a dull pain. I’d had too many infusions in the past two months, so the bruise on the back of my hand

to

up all of a sudden, causing my eyes to fly wide open

was held out in front of me. I stared unflinchingly at it but didn’t react for a long

rather difficult task with the needle stuck into

I squinted my eyes, the glass in my hand unexpectedly slipped out of my grasp. The glass

in the room seemed to plummet. With a faint

though I was apologizing, my gaze on him was unfeeling and had no trace of guilt

he replied in a tensed voice, “It’s fine.” Then, he crouched down to pick

hovering over us, so he spoke again, “Do you still want some water? I’ll pour you another

my gaze just then. Perceiving the slight tremble in his hands, the chill

it?” I knew that with John’s

Ashton appeared, I had noticed the repressed pain in his

cried, and that was all that mattered

he slowly raised his eyes

you think a quick death is better or a

stayed silent, the pain he was feeling clearly displayed in

and pulled out the drip