When There Is Nothing Left But Love

Maybe I had truly gone crazy. Or maybe, just maybe, that extremely selfish person was exactly who I used to be.

Ashton was no longer at the hotel. After I had washed up and was getting ready to leave, John knocked on my door.

Furrowing his eyebrows as he looked over my pale, sallow complexion, he asked, “You didn’t sleep well last night?”

“No.” I massaged my temples, shaking my head. “Is there any news about Summer?”

He made an affirmative sound, gesturing towards the room in a silent request to continue this conversation inside.

Stepping aside, I let him in and closed the door behind him, walking over to sit on the sofa.

He poured out a glass of water for himself, glancing at me. “Are you happy with Ashton?”

“John, I thought you were here to talk about Summer.” I narrowed my eyes, a little upset at the new topic.

Coughing awkwardly, he reached up to rub his nose. “It’s true that I came here to talk about Summer. But you are the most important thing to me right now. Summer has Ashton, the Crest family, and the Stovall family. So, let’s talk about you first, okay?”

I squirmed uneasily under his intense stare, licking my dry lips. “What do you mean?”

“Just answer me.”

“Ashton and I have always been fine.”

not if your relationship with him

rolled my eyes. “Tell me,

a huge, long-winded story. Every story had to

If happiness could only be defined by how cheerful you felt in your daily

you understand happiness more than I do. You don’t want to answer my question because your relationship with Ashton is starting to make you feel burdened and depressed. Deep in your heart, you still hold a grudge against him

the glass of water in front of me. “What are

go to the hospital and receive psychotherapy before

Ambiguous?

with myself anymore. All I knew

was often unable to control my temper and

nightmares to the back of my mind, leaving them for the future me to deal with. On the surface, I appeared fine, but one

I spoke up, “I’ll go to the hospital. Just… Not

not pressing the topic any

this isn’t the time to be having a heart-to-heart right

know. You’re worried about Summer, and we should

“So?”

He placed the glass down, taking a deep breath before turning to me. “Can you

That sounds so weird…

asked, “So did

his expression

might have happened to my