The Love that Never Really Dies

Sasha wasn’t sure how long she squatted there crying at the bus stop, but at some point, the light rain had turned into a downpour and drenched her completely. Spotting her, someone quickly approached. “Miss, are you alright? It’s so cold out here, and it’s raining too. Don’t you want to go home?” At the sound of the stranger’s voice, Sasha slowly raised her head which she was resting on her knees. The stranger was a middle-aged woman in her forties, wearing a thick, padded-down jacket that had lint at the hems. Even from a distance away, Sasha could tell smell the odor of oil and smoke coming off the woman. She had to be a stay-at-home mother or housewife. Shaking her head, Sasha sniffled. “I’m fine.” “

Then, you should hurry back home. There’s probably someone waiting for you, right? Did you miss the bus? I’m telling you, young lady, there are no buses that come around here at this time. I’ll help you wave down a taxi,” the woman offered kindly. “There’s really no need…” Sasha hurriedly shook her head, waving her hands in front of her. The woman seemed to notice the sadness on Sasha’s face, she sighed as she offered some words of advice. “You look like you’ve been through a lot, kiddo. It’s alright. You’ll always run into problems in life, but the most important thing is that you get back up and face them head-on. Think of the people who loves you and waiting for you, alright?” Sasha’s mind blanked.

deep slumber. “I understand now. Thank you, ma’am.” “That’s good. Hurry along, then.” The middle-aged woman smiled, shifted the bags in her arms, and

medical kit. Never mind. I wonder if Ian’s already asleep by now? Staring out of the window, she couldn’t help but worry. Fortunately, due to the late hour, there wasn’t a lot of traffic on the road. The drive to Frontier Bay was only twenty minutes. “Miss, we’re here.” The driver had never been to this famous residential area full of

Turning towards the mansion, she saw that it was completely dark except for a few lamps lighting up the garden. Does that mean Little Ian is already asleep? Standing outside with only an umbrella above her head, she considered walking away. She’d only insisted on