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.

I glanced at the clock on the wall. It was already one in the morning. Too frustrated

by the rain the last time I was on the balcony, Ashton had made some modifications to the balcony. Now, raindrops could not reach me,

I went down the stairs to

Eriksen had planted many plants in the garden. Now that it was raining heavily, the plants were tilting to

plants and I had in common. With that thought, I walked into the garden and

to toe. The rain was not cold, but it felt good to be in it. I had been

venting their emotions, so the rain was my chance to express my agony

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

ran to the living room. 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,

to do was to crouch down and cry,

were in the best of health, my body would

moment, the world

Eriksen’s delighted voice. “Mr. Ashton, you’re

turned instinctively and saw Ashton in a black suit by the doorway. Then, he walked

up into

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

was back, Mrs. Eriksen no longer intervened in

bedroom door, Ashton pulled off my