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.

anywhere?” he

any desire to talk,

like some

of my hand throbbed with a dull pain. I’d had too many infusions in the past two

started to get

sudden, causing my eyes to fly wide open and see Ashton’s handsome face

warm water was held out in front of me. I stared unflinchingly at it but didn’t react for a long time. Finally, I raised my infused hand to

be told, holding the glass was a rather difficult task with the needle stuck into my hand.

slipped out of my grasp. The glass shattered upon

plummet. With a faint smile

was apologizing, my gaze on him was unfeeling and had no trace

as he replied in a tensed voice, “It’s fine.” Then, he

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

slight tremble in

was suffocated to death. Did you see it?” I knew

had noticed the

all that mattered to me—knowing that he was

and he slowly

sneered, “Mr. Fuller, do you think a quick death is better or a

was

he didn’t speak, I got frustrated and pulled out the drip needle on the back of