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.

not on impulse or out of anger, but after putting in

stiffened. I pushed him aside. Then I grabbed my clothes to

exclaimed. His dark eyes fell on me, looking

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 time by

us, only bits and pieces here and there that were combined together to

a dark cloud that had been accumulating

the world. How many of them stayed together through a lifetime of responsibilities just because they were made for each other, and how did these so-called couples who claimed they love each other spend the rest of their lives together? First comes lust, then comes love. Perhaps, there never was such

love mean to you? You keep talking about divorce. You make

the floor, still leaning against the cold, hard wall. Hugging

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 you

toes, before looking up at him.

you? You fill your heart with someone that’s already dead, and then you’re quite willing to throw your life away to chase after a shadow. What does

we might as well file for divorce. I don’t want anything from the Fullers. Grandpa transferred HiTech to my name, I can transfer that to you. I don’t want your house or your car. Luckily, we

he roared at me, “What do you mean ‘not too late’? You’re the one who can’t let go

trapped in a dead-end, with no way