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

glance and put on

me to book the air ticket for tonight. Is that alright

It was already booked. There was no point in cancelling

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

into my arms. Joseph calmed himself

senses as two men alighted the

windscreen was

side crashed down even as Joseph cried, “Mrs. Fuller, call

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

blank. When I got out my phone to make the call,

could react, the back door was pulled open and two big and burly men stood there, expressionless, looking at me. “Ms. Stovall, please come with

Summer lest she be traumatized, I said calmly, “What

of your time!” The two men said

in harm’s way, so holding her, I came down from the

but led the way, one

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

their tracks and I looked in the direction of the voice. It was the man we saw at the

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

“This is broad daylight. Please be cautious of what you