In Love, Never Say Never

How dreary! How ridiculous!

I could not help but snigger, with him in my sight. A faint smirk curled up the corner of my mouth.

He glanced at me, his eyes darkened once again as he lowered his head and kissed me. “Say my name!” he called.

I pursed my lips and tilted my head to one side. I closed my eyes, refusing to see him.

His thin lips hovered at my ear, his voice softened a little as he repeated, “Scarlett, say my name!”

I said nothing. My mind was forming a plan to escape. I deserved to make him wait for me to tell him personally that I cared about him, that I loved him, and that I wanted him.

But I could not bring myself to tell him. Over the years, I had buried so much in my heart, including his coming to Rebecca’s defense time and time again, his never-ending care towards that woman, and the harm he had caused me so nonchalantly and in so many ways.

I had suppressed so much of that. Over time, those frustrations began to take root, multiply, and became more and more intense.

Love could not be that all-forgiving. In the highly selective social circle, anyone could be tolerated. Anyone could fit.

let’s file for divorce!” I said it, not on impulse or out of anger, but

my clothes to cover myself, though just

he exclaimed. His dark eyes

this through. Perhaps it was a mistake right from the start. What Grandpa considers as ‘a good match’ might not resonate with our definition of it. My feelings for you at the beginning might not have been love at all, but admiration. Your feelings for me, on the other hand, might just be guilt accumulated over

only bits and pieces here and there that were combined together

a dark cloud that had been accumulating droplets

they were made for each other,

Tell me, what does love mean to you? You keep talking about divorce. You make it sound like it’s such a trivial matter. Do you think just because I spoil you, because

cold, hard wall. Hugging my

you? You just have to force me to give up on Rebecca, to prove that I love you? Scarlett, you are one horrible woman. Why must

as I stared at my toes, before looking up at him. “You only realize

fill your heart with someone that’s already dead, and then you’re quite willing to throw your life

my name, I can transfer that to you. I don’t want your house or your car. Luckily, we don’t have any children. Since we

him. It fell to the ground. Still fuming, he roared at me, “What do you mean ‘not too late’? You’re the one who can’t let go

felt like I was trapped in a dead-end, with no