When There Is Nothing Left But Love

At that, she rushed downstairs.

Staring at the untouched soup, I found myself lost in my thoughts. I was born without getting much love and attention in my life, and the “so-called” love that I met was pretty much the same.

In fact, I had never experienced much familial love not to mention romantic love. Hence, I didn’t know much about love, nor have I learned how to love someone.

Grandma adopted me, and she showed me what love and care were in those short years. I regarded her and her care as the figure of love.

On the contrary, John’s extreme behavior, inflexibility, and apathy meant stubbornness to me.

Whereas Macy’s protection and support meant friendship to me.

As for Ashton, in the two years of our married life, he rarely treated me well. I dared not consider those rare moments as romantic love.

It had not been my intention to misinterpret it as love.

I liked Ashton, and that was why I could endure his cold treatment to me in silence. However, that did not mean I could pretend to be a fool who saw his cheap love as true love.

The sky was getting darker, and I was exhausted. Yet, I could not fall asleep despite lying on the bed for quite some time. I had gotten used to sleeping with Macy.

Right now, to lie on the bed all by myself, I felt as if there was a gap in my heart. Outside the window, the wind was howling. Soon, the heavy rain came.

the clock on the wall. It was already one in the morning. Too frustrated to lie still

the balcony, Ashton had made some modifications to the balcony. Now, raindrops could not reach me, only

I went down the stairs to

was raining heavily, the plants were tilting

help but think of how much the plants and I had in common. With that thought, I walked into the garden

cold, but it felt good to be in it. I had been sheltering the sorrow in me, and I crouched

without ever venting their emotions, so the rain was my chance

Mrs. Eriksen found me, I was in the middle of crying. She anxiously came to me with an umbrella, trying to drag me back to the house. However, she was not as young as me; if

When she came back out, she had a raincoat in her hands. As she put it on me, she consoled, “Letty, you can’t do this to yourself. Even if you don’t think about yourself, think about the baby in

the howling wind. All I wanted to do was to crouch down and cry, hoping that I could cry out

still a pregnant woman. Even if I were in the best of health, my body would not be able to take it

the world spun

I heard Mrs. Eriksen’s delighted voice.

Ashton in a black suit by the doorway. Then,

up into his arms,

could see that he had a gloomy expression on his face. Then, I shut my eyes as I don’t want to

Mrs. Eriksen no longer intervened in our

closing the bedroom door, Ashton pulled off my clothes and carried