When There Is Nothing Left But Love

I didn’t have the courage to die because I was scared of the pain, be it slicing wrists or jumping off a building.

The fear of pain made me a cowardly person.

His face sank. “Scarlett, this is the last time. If you’d rather hurt yourself than get revenge, then I’m done. Whether you live or die will have nothing to do with me.”

I lifted my hand to grab his arm, apologizing in a hoarse voice, “I’m sorry. I was wrong. I shouldn’t have let my emotions take control of me!”

The fact was, I couldn’t bring myself to die just like that.

Seeing my red-rimmed eyes, he sighed and placed my hand underneath the blanket before saying, “Don’t do anything stupid again. You have a long way ahead of you. Take things slowly and you’ll be fine.”

I nodded and fell into a daze with my eyes fixated on the ceiling. Why couldn’t I run Ashton over? Why wasn’t I brave enough?

Sleep took over me once again, and it was already midnight by the time I woke up.

The moment I opened my eyes, I locked gazes with the man I was supposed to meet in the afterlife.

As usual, Ashton was clad in a black tailored suit. Perhaps because the heater was turned on, he took off his coat, revealing the impeccably ironed white shirt, which was completely befitting of his personality.

“You’re awake.” He came forward and looked at me with an unreadable glint in his eyes.

He was the last person I wanted to see, so I shut my eyes.

anywhere?” he continued

any desire to talk, I

you like some

back of my hand throbbed with a dull pain. I’d had too many infusions in the

to get

sudden, causing my eyes to fly wide open and see

of warm water was held out in front of me. I stared unflinchingly at it but didn’t react for a long time. Finally, I raised my infused hand

task with the needle stuck into my hand. Ashton’s eyes were filled with

in my hand unexpectedly slipped out of my grasp. The glass shattered upon coming in contact with the

faint

gaze on him was unfeeling and had no trace of guilt

drew together as he replied in a tensed voice, “It’s fine.” Then, he crouched down to

he spoke again, “Do you still

the slight tremble in his hands, the chill

knew

had noticed the repressed pain

and that was all that

hand stiffened midway, and he slowly raised

sneered, “Mr. Fuller, do you think a quick death

pain he was

got frustrated and pulled out the drip needle on the back