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

desire to talk, I

like

I’d had too many infusions in the past two months, so the bruise on the back

to get

eyes to

at it but didn’t react for a

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

of my grasp. The glass shattered upon coming in contact with the floor, the loud noise

the temperature in the room seemed to plummet. With a faint smile on my face, I said, “Sorry. I didn’t

apologizing, my gaze on him was unfeeling and had no

a tensed voice, “It’s fine.” Then, he crouched down to

silence hovering over us, so he spoke again, “Do you still

then. Perceiving the slight tremble in his hands, the chill

knew that

the moment Ashton appeared, I had noticed the repressed pain

all that mattered to me—knowing that he

he slowly raised

eyes met, I sneered, “Mr. Fuller, do you think a quick death is better or

stayed silent, the pain he was feeling clearly displayed

frustrated and pulled out the drip needle on the back