Love Began with the First Meeting

That picture was her only good memory in the last month. After she left, Brian wouldn't call her. After that, they would be nothing more than strangers.

Molly looked around. This place had been strange to her. However, time had passed and she had become dependent on the warmth and security she had gotten while living in this place. But now, things had changed and nothing mattered to her any more. She pursed her lips. She had always considered her home as her only shelter, protecting herself from all harm. But, she had never been safe and care-free, since she never truly belonged anywhere. But, this place, which wasn't even her home, had given her a sense of belonging, a sense of security.

She inhaled deeply and stifled the sadness which was rising from deep down her heart. She bit her lips, swung her bag behind her and stepped out of the house. 'Goodbye, Bri. We will never see each other again. Goodbye to our love, which shouldn't have existed at all.'

Brian stood by the window in his room in a blue robe. He rested his hands in his robe pockets. He had mixed feelings as he watched Molly walk away from the house.

When they hugged yesterday, he had seen through her plan of leaving forever. Steven's lies had smashed her last ray of hope into pieces. The truth about her biological father, Becky's return... those were all heavy blows to her dignity. Consequently, leaving was her last and only choice. He could do nothing but stand there all night and wait for her to leave. Her dignity and pride were the only things that he could offer to her, untouched and intact. He watched her lone figure disappear. 'Molly, I hope you can find happiness in your life after this, if that's what you hope to achieve from leaving me. Goodbye, my love.'

Molly walked along the lane quietly. She came across John and Lisa on her way out. Both of them greeted her respectfully and amiably, and silently watched her leave. Molly had no idea whether they knew that she was leaving and not coming back. But what they thought was not her concern any more. They would never meet again.

away from the window after Molly's figure disappeared. He turned around and was about to leave his study. But

slept last night. He frowned and looked around. Eventually, his

of flowers and took the letter in his hand.

handwriting on

you wanted to do for me. But now, it's not necessary, because it's too late to

most. Ever since my childhood, I have been using my cowardice to cover

the betrayal of her husband, my father. But I can't control my fate. If I was granted the right to choose, I would choose to never

people's blames, their discrimination and curses. I had learned to pretend to be somebody else. This complex world confused me and people scared me. But as time passed, I had started to forget the dark side

you... even though you were so enchanting, I tried my best to resist you while still enjoying your company. I'm weak and indecisive. Sometimes I despise myself for being so small and so very insignificant.