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?"

hushed. They couldn't discuss it as publicly or as loudly as they would like

and gossip by noticing them. He never really was the type of person

cigarette out, put it between his lips, and lit it. He took a long puff before removing the cigarette. He

inside for over an hour now. As time continued to pass by, his anxiety grew along with it. Now, he was

it seemed like he was regretting sending Molly in there.

he didn't keep his promise of picking him up

couple more puffs, brows

helpless and thus, agitated. His stomach was turning at the idea of Molly disliking him even more after talking to Spark. But mostly, it was his fault - he

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 to do the same to

the cigarette away and put a foot on it to put it out. He started to

"Mr. Brian?"

Brian turned around to see Harrow. Instantly his confusion turned into nonchalance,

eyes to the door. He didn't know exactly what Brian was doing here but he had a pretty good guess. That was also the reason why

about the situation in Las Vegas and proceeded

the divorce papers to Molly - quite

of paper, just a word really. But

he refrained himself from coughing so that Molly wouldn't worry.

made his heart ache more. He loved her, yes, but he didn't think he loved her this much. Now more than ever, he realized how much he

pen, her hand shaking. She felt something trickle down her nose - a teardrop. She blinked her eyes to prevent more tears from falling. 'I'm strong enough to handle this.' She thought to herself. If

to sign her name decisively.