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.

the way back, we met the man with the aloof expression again. His car was parked in front of the cemetery, it was a black off-road vehicle, cool

he cast us a nonchalant glance and put

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

already booked. There was no point in cancelling

was suddenly a screeching

fell into my arms. Joseph calmed himself and looked with narrowed eyes at the black car in front of

senses as two men alighted the black

windscreen was

the driver’s side crashed down even as Joseph

pulled him out, tying his hands and

my phone to

the back door was pulled open and two big and burly men stood there, expressionless, looking

traumatized, I said calmly, “What do you

only need half an hour of your time!”

way, so holding her, I came down from the car and looked at the

but led the way, one in front

emotion but the tone was loud and clear so that the listener could understand each and

I looked in the direction of the voice.

of your business.” The two men burst out in anger and

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