When There Is Nothing Left But Love

When There Is Nothing Left But Love Chapter 627

It was May and the temperature had begun to rise.

On our way to the cemetery, we saw many people offering flowers to the deceased.

Q City was relatively small, with a slow pace of life. Most citizens of the city were born and raised there.

Many still hold their local traditions close to heart.

Marcus named the child North and decided not to give the child a surname.

The photo of North had already faded, and his grave was covered with weed.

I kneeled to pluck the weeds and tidied the area around it.

After that, I leaned toward his grave and said with a weak smile, “I’m sorry to have only come now, my dear child.”

I had been avoiding him for so long in hopes of letting go, but it was impossible.

Next to us was a lady in her thirties sobbing quietly.

I glanced over at the tombstone and saw that it was a middle-aged lady. My first thought was that the grave probably belonged to the lady’s mother.

There was no point in consoling her, so I kept silent. I felt empty as I watched her crying her heart out in pain. I wonder why am I not tearing up like her?

the lady stopped crying. She was startled when she

smile and replied, “I’m here to see

on the tombstone a side glance. Even though it was a blurred photo, anyone

moment and

full gestation month old.” Maybe slightly

eyes still red and swollen. “Life is

lowered my gaze onto the

about to leave the cemetery, the lady

eight-year-old girl. That girl was born into a blissful family with her mother, father, and

sorrow. A disaster occurred and took her father away. Her mother was unable to withstand the pain, so she brought along her brother and remarried, leaving the girl in the

teller and depended on that job for a living. She did not earn much and the girl’s

suffering she had gone through into verbal and physical abuse. Eventually, the young girl chose to end her life in front of

when she told

not wish to dwell on

a resident of Q City, and my purpose there

and dreamt

and

heart ached as the painful memories

buy breakfast, I overheard the conversation between the

young lady killed herself at the cemetery last night. Such a pity,” the

to those rumors blindly!” her

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