When There Is Nothing Left But Love

John eventually gave in to my pleas and promised to stop getting into fights with Nick.

Lydia was holding her child tightly as she stood by the window and stared worriedly into the ICU. She was so depressed that she didn’t even notice us coming.

Seeing how terrible she was feeling, I decided not to call out to her and simply stood quietly by her side.

Nick was dressed in an isolation gown as he sat beside Jackson’s bed. I could tell that he was saying something to him as I saw his lips moving, but I couldn’t quite make out what it was. Nick had a gloomy look on his face, but Jackson showed no response whatsoever.

“He’ll wake up.” Lydia’s voice came from beside me all of a sudden.

I turned towards her and saw that her gaze was focused on Nick as she continued, “Jackson never told you why he wanted to leave the country so suddenly, did he?”

at me for me to know that question

had an older brother, and although they were both boys, the treatment they received was very different. Jackson would be blamed for everything his brother did wrong. This child belongs to his brother as well, but that guy is

someone else, but he never talks about it. Every evening, I’d see him smoking a cigarette all by himself beneath the street lamp outside… I suppose we all yearn for the love of our family… He was planning on having the three

door opening, followed by Nick screaming

to rescue someone produced a feeling of helplessness that could only be understood by those experiencing

to normal. The doctors said his condition had stabilized, but there was no telling when he would wake up. It could take a few days or even a

picked Summer up on our way home, and the drive home was

room. Summer had always liked Louis for how friendly and gentle he was and threw herself at him the moment she saw

both of us ‘grandpa’, does that

of a similar same age as us, so it would be more appropriate to have

here with you?” I tried