When There Is Nothing Left But Love

I didn’t expect the gathering to be held in such a unique way. The hotel had many guests. When we occasionally bump into some colleagues, we would greet each other and continue enjoying our separate activities.

Felling slightly lazy, I found a seat in the main hall and sat down.

“Is there anyone sitting here?”

I was startled by the voice. I turned to take a look and what greeted my sight was a familiar face, but I could not recall who exactly he was.

He was one meter eighty-five in height with a slender figure and a cool exterior.

Seeing that I was staring at him blankly, he raised his brows and asked, “So is it occupied?”

My senses returned, and I shook my head. “Nope!”

He took a seat beside me while holding a cup of coke.

I could not help myself but took a few glances. It felt weird yet normal at the same time.

He saw me looking and asked, “Do you want one?”

I shook my head in embarrassment and replied, “No, thank you.”

Bright neon lights shone throughout the place. Logically speaking, people would usually drink either a glass of hard liquor or a cocktail in such an environment. As such, I found it weird that the man was drinking coke.

That being said, it was probably normal since the place caters to people of all ages, from kids to adults. Even without such beverages, the place had a lively atmosphere with its neon lighting and upbeat songs.

Live music sounded through the main hall. The main singer stood on stage and was ready to sing a folksong that conveys the yearning of one’s hometown.

sad music was filled with so much emotion that I found myself

man beside me stood up and left, only to

a cup of juice beside me. I stared at him with a blank expression as I was slightly surprised by

lightly and said,

was the man that stood in front of Grandma’s tombstone. Once again,

pause, I

his brows and questioned,

I shook my

we don’t know each other,” he chuckled

his casual response, so I thought for a moment

knowing someone were two

each other, it could only mean we have never

senses, I uttered, “Just because we don’t know each other doesn’t mean that

from him was

before, let’s get to know each

Stovall!” I put my hand forward and introduced

shook my hand. “I’m

Armond Murphy?

did not put much thought into

bored of the music, he asked, “There’s a swimming pool

hotel’s

my response. “Don’t worry.

have as much fun

I was filled with doubts but decided to play along. “Let’s

I stood up, two colleagues passed