Love Began with the First Meeting

"Spark..." Molly kept sobbing in Spark's arms. He had been there for her for all those four years even when she was feeling depressed all over again, even until she had gone into labor and until they found out that Mark couldn't speak, Spark had always stayed by her side. He never left her, always encouraging her and supporting her. She didn't love him but he held a very special place in her heart, one that couldn't be replaced. She just hoped that she didn't hurt him too much.

Spark held Molly tighter as if he could read her mind, bitter tears streaming down his face. He said firmly, "Don't blame yourself, Molly. I don't care if you left me or if you don't love me because that doesn't change the fact that you're the only love of my life. Please live your life as happily as you can. You should be happy, Mol. You deserve to be happy."

Spark broke into a smile, his eyes swollen. Soon after, tears started falling down his face again.

Eyes closed, Molly bit her lips. She had run out of words - this was too much for her.

Outside the hospital, Brian was still waiting. He was leaning against his car, hands in his pockets, legs crossed, and eyes down.

His crisp suit and fancy car only added to his appeal. Brian, the handsome and cold man that he was, was such a sight for sore eyes.

Everyone who had passed by Brian kept staring at him - whether it was medial staff, visitors, or even patients themselves. They were curious about what such an attractive man was doing in the hospital. He was too good-looking to not be talked about.

The crowd were already wondering why he had looked so familiar. It occurred to them that he was the man who held the press conference earlier that afternoon.

"Wow, that's Brian Long, right?"

"Yes, I think so. He looks so good," A woman said. Then as she thought back to the press conference, she speculated, "If Brian is here, then does that mean Spark really is in this hospital?"

"But if Spark was admitted here then how come I didn't see his name anywhere? Or even heard about it?"

"But if Spark's not here then what's Brian doing here?"

of person he was, they had to keep their mouths hushed. They couldn't discuss it as publicly or as loudly as they would like to. As they continued to look at Brian, they realized how

dignify their stares and gossip by noticing them. He never really was the

He took a long puff before removing the cigarette. He moved so smoothly and gracefully that it showed how used

when he really needed to. Molly had been inside for over an hour now. As time continued to pass by, his anxiety grew along with

but now it seemed like he was

didn't keep his promise of picking him up after school. Instead, he

a couple

turning at the idea of Molly disliking him even more after talking to Spark. But mostly, it was his fault - he never should have

for being so weak for her. You're always giving in to what she wants. Karma's a bitch, huh. Five years ago, you let her down and broke her heart. Now it's her turn

face, though, remained as steely as it always was. He tossed the cigarette away and put a foot on it to

"Mr. Brian?"

see Harrow. Instantly his confusion turned into nonchalance, "You're

doing here but he had a pretty good guess. That was also the reason why he didn't go to the hospital right

waited outside to give Molly and Spark privacy. Brian asked about the situation in Las Vegas and proceeded to give

had just handed the divorce papers to Molly

Marriage and divorce was just a legal procedure, a piece of paper, just a word really. But that didn't make their four years together any less real. Was four years not enough for them to

that moment. He could feel his chest constricting but he refrained himself from coughing so that Molly wouldn't worry. "Maybe, this is the last thing I can

his name on the dotted line and nothing made his heart ache more. He loved her, yes, but he didn't think he loved her this much. Now more than ever,

a teardrop. She blinked her eyes to prevent more tears from falling. 'I'm strong enough to

her name decisively. The process was