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.

hurting anywhere?” he continued

any desire to talk, I remained

like

had too

started to

body was lifted up all of a sudden, causing my eyes to fly

I stared unflinchingly at it but didn’t react for a long time. Finally, I raised my infused hand to take

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

out of my grasp. The glass shattered upon

room seemed to plummet. With a faint

though I was apologizing, my gaze on him was unfeeling and had no trace of guilt

replied in a tensed voice, “It’s fine.” Then, he crouched down to pick up the

couldn’t stand the silence hovering over us, so he spoke again, “Do you still want

my gaze just then. Perceiving the slight tremble

death. Did you see it?” I knew that with John’s personality, he

moment Ashton appeared, I had noticed the repressed

and that was all that mattered to me—knowing

and he slowly raised his eyes to look

“Mr. Fuller, do you think a quick death

pain he was feeling clearly displayed in his

didn’t speak, I got frustrated and pulled