Love Began with the First Meeting

Wing glowered at Brian as she spat her last word out.

Her beautiful face was painted with anger and it was hard to ignore.

She had been so anxious and Brian wasn't having any of it - he wasn't comforting her like he usually did and this only caused her more distress.

'Hmph! Why does he say that I don't know what love is?

I've never doubted my love for Weston. It is impossible for me to love him more than I already do. We have such a long history together - since childhood when we often bickered with one another, to that fateful day when we saw each other again in Dragon Island. We were meant to be and the universe has been bringing us together ever since. We were meant to live the rest of our lives together but... I don't want him to be miserable one day.

I know Weston like the back of my hand. If I don't marry him, he'll get over it one day and move on but if I do marry him... and he loses me one day then he's never going to move on and I don't want that to happen.'

Just the thought of all of these made Wing's eyes misty but she tried to control herself. She kept herself together and scowled at Brian.

Brian glared back at Wing, slightly narrowing his eyes, and pressing his lips together. After Wing questioned him relentlessly, it seemed that he was now more confused than he was bothered.

remained silent instead of answering her question. She blinked and wrinkled her eyebrows, doubtful. She snickered, "Brian, do you even know what love is?

now instead of indifference. His fingers were unwittingly knocking back and forth the table so softly and rhythmically. He kept his silence and so did Wing - maintaining the silence for a considerable amount

turned into minutes and people were coming in and

lowered her head and started to eat her cake aimlessly. Her plate was already full with her own health concerns but that didn't mean that she wasn't hoping the best for Brian. She didn't care if Brian chose Becky or Molly or whoever as long as he really loved that person, then she would

Wing. You shouldn't be having

deep and very familiar voice echoed in Wing's ears. The hand that was holding the fork twitched before pausing. She dropped her gaze,

the villa so you don't have

that okay with

do you think ?" Brian stood up to pay the bill and had another slice of cake for to-go keeping his face expressionless. When the waitress handed him his to-go bag, Wing walked over to him so they could go out of the

Wing asked as she sat on the passenger seat, casting a suspicious glance at Brian whose face remained unreadable. Passing through Wing's mind was the memory of the concert

slightly knitted eyebrows, she couldn't help herself from giggling. She smirked and said, "I have never expected that you could be such a considerate man." Wing's eyes were gleaming. She wasn't one to miss on things like that and when she caught Brian's eyes slightly wrinkling - she couldn't

up!" Brian said, embarrassed. He started the car and drove

they skirted away from the elephant in the room. Wing blabbered on about useless and funny stories she always kept in hand. But while she was talking, she had unconsciously turned her body and thus saw something - the dark, red stains on Brian's left shoulder. She frowned

Are you injured?" Wing accused him.