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 wall. It was already one in the morning. Too frustrated to lie still anymore, I headed to the

on the balcony, Ashton had

went down the

the plants were tilting to the side by the force of the raindrops. The sight of them

not help but think of how much the plants and I had in common. With that thought, I walked into

was soaked from head to toe. The rain was not cold, but it felt good to be in it. I had been sheltering the sorrow in me, and I crouched down to let the tears fall

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

back to the house. However, she was not as young as me; if I did not want to leave, there was no way she could move me from

aside and 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,

words were lost in the howling wind. All I wanted to do was to crouch down and cry, hoping

Even if I were in the best of health, my body would

the

Mrs. Eriksen’s delighted voice.

black suit by the doorway. Then, he walked toward

lifted me up into

he had a gloomy expression

back, Mrs. Eriksen no longer intervened in our

Ashton pulled off my