When There Is Nothing Left But Love

I searched my memory but could not remember any such person. Who could he be? As far as I could remember, my Grandma did not have a friend like this.

Out of curiosity, I could not help stepping forward. “Hello!”

The man paused for a moment and turned around to look at me sharply.

His elegant handsome features seemed aloof as he cast me a glance. Without a word, he turned around, ready to leave.

Noticing the white chrysanthemums and offerings in front of the tombstone, I couldn’t help looking in the man’s direction, asking, “Mister, you are…?”

The man turned around and cast me a glance, saying, “Just a passer-by!”

After this short phrase, he said no more.

Watching him walk away, I could not help being curious. When did my Grandma make friends with someone like this?

Leading Summer to pay respects and bid goodbyes, I set aside those thoughts. Macy’s grave was the newest. After five years, there were no weeds or damages. It looked brand new.

I could not understand Jared. Perhaps, he had never loved Naomi or Macy. To him, they were just passers-by and his feelings for them are just guilt.

Neither of them was around anymore nor so all that was left was a heart filled with remorse.

If both of them were still alive, I’m afraid he would still be cold and indifferent to them as if they were just strangers.

way back, we met the man with the aloof expression again. His car was parked in front of the cemetery, it

he cast us a nonchalant glance and put on his sunglasses.

car, Joseph told me, “Mrs. Fuller, Mr. Fuller instructed me to book the air ticket for tonight. Is that alright for

It was already booked. There

had barely started when there was suddenly a screeching sound of braking.

my arms. Joseph calmed himself and looked

men alighted the black car with

The windscreen

crashed down even as Joseph cried,

opened and two well-built men pulled him out, tying his hands and shoving him into their

out my phone to make the

two big and burly men stood there, expressionless, looking at me. “Ms. Stovall, please come

I said

an hour of your time!”

I came down

wasted no words but led the way, one in front of me, one

cool and clear voice was heard. It was almost devoid of emotion but the

tracks and I looked in the direction of the voice. It

who the hell are you? It’s none of your business.” The two men burst out

coldly as before. “This is broad daylight. Please be cautious of what