Love Began with the First Meeting

Instead of passively accepting things, sometimes it's better to face it bravely; instead of squatting with the birds, it's better to fight the wind and rain; instead of being lonely in silence, it's better to break out in the struggle. The more difficult the road, the greater the obstacles, so the more risks to overcome. But as long as you power through those challenges, then life won't disappoint you.

Before Harrow could even utter another word, Spark went ahead and cried furiously, "I don't want to see you. Go away!"

Looking at him standing weakly by the door, his face pallid and haggard, and his hair ruffled and greasy, Harrow's heart filled with deep pity and helplessness. He hated that there was nothing he could do to help him, and he wasn't good at appeasing people either. He stood there for a moment in bewilderment, looking at him, and then grinned sheepishly. "Why? You don't want me to see you like this?" he said, in an easy manner.

To Harrow, Spark had always been haughty and rude. He had never liked being insulted by anyone. He didn't like it when someone insults him or hurts his ego. And for him, the only way to exert his dominance was to provoke other people. In truth, he was the only one who took after his father—among all his siblings. The expressions he made, the way he talked, the way he handled things—they were all taken after his father. This could also probably be why his father never blamed him for anything. His father had always supported him, always behind his back no matter what decisions he made. He was so coddled especially as a child—maybe this is why he had a hard time accepting failure. Especially when it came to love—that he never really had to live without.

As much as he knew Harrow was purposely doing this to provoke him, he couldn't just get angry and send him on his way. He turned around, looking resigned, "Do you think I'm pathetic? Does seeing me like this make you happy? I thought you'd be happy because didn't you tell me that this was going to happen? And it came true," he said, his voice dripping of sarcasm.

"Spark," Harrow knitted his eyebrows, "You know very well that I'm only here because I'm worried about you," he said, peeved.

"Well, I appreciate but you didn't need to come," Spark mumbled. He was a complete mess; his clothes were too big on him as he had grown thin and weak, his feet cracked and dry, his face pallid and grimy, and his hair askew.

he had always been good at whatever he did. He was good at anything

lowered his face to look at his feet, a bit embarrassed. He realized that he really didn't know how to get along with Spark anymore. Maybe, when Spark's mother died, their relationship

out. There was a pause and uncertainty in his voice as he spoke, "Do you think Brian would be good

Brian is cold and distant to everyone else besides Molly. I can't know for sure if he'll always be good to her. But I know Brian. He's very protective and committed

broken voice. "As long as he treats her well..." his voice trailed off. He sounded like he was about

to him and stood in front of him. His eyes stared closely into his eyes as he spoke, "It's not the end of the world. Losing Molly doesn't mean you lost everything. Without her in your life, you would have far more options, far more opportunities. What's

as she's

Molly but he hadn't expected it to run this deep. It seemed that Spark was already losing his mind about Molly's leaving.

real brother. At that moment, all Harrow wanted was for his relationship with Spark to go back as it was before, to be close to his brother like they used to be. He would be willing to do anything if it meant earning his brother's trust back. And right now, as he watched Spark hurting, he was happy to be there

Spark. As he listened to their conversation, Manny was lightened and felt more at ease. When he realized that there was no need to worry anymore, he walked away and decided to wait by the chairs along the hospital corridor. Manny knew Spark very well so he knew that while Spark held grudges against his family, against Harrow—at the end of the day, he still longed for the love and care that came from family. And this rang true based on what Manny had just heard, even