When There Is Nothing Left But Love

An awful stench consumed my senses, the effect of Ashton’s blood gushing out of his wound from his injured arm. As the effect of the poison kicked in, I slowly ran out of strength. He held me in his arms and tried to swim us back to the shore.

Unfortunately, a strong shock wave stopped us from approaching the shore. I could feel Ashton’s convulsing arm and knew that he was almost running out of strength. He held me firmly in between his arms again, yet we were nowhere close to the shore.

After I pulled myself together, I mustered all my strength and pushed him away from me.

A few seconds later, I was washed away by a powerful wave. That was the last time I ever saw Ashton.

…

“The chairperson of Fuller Corporation, Mr. Fuller, has shown up for the opening ceremony of Eastsummer International School. The six-year-old little boy who delivered the speech on behalf of the students resembled Mr. Fuller. The onlookers speculated he was Gregory.”

When I was about to regain consciousness, I could vividly recall hearing the voice of a mysterious woman. It seemed to be a news anchor’s voice.

I tried to open my eyes, but I had a hard time getting used to the shaft of strong light. Hence, I kept my eyes closed until I was ready to survey the surroundings.

The spacious ward was illuminated by sunlight. I caught a whiff of the lingering scent of the disinfectant used by the hospital.

A few nurses were huddled at the table next to the ground-to-ceiling window, discussing the content of the news they had just heard.

you think his son is going

mother! Since the little boy is already

are you bringing the past

today. Stop gossiping when it’s time to work! Hurry up and return to your respective positions! It’s time to change the solution

so nervous? It’s

something like this as someone in the line of medicine? Stay

older nurse returned to the side of the bed. I couldn’t see her clearly because of my relatively blurred

God! Hurry up and check

Did a miracle

my way, blocking the single source of

consciousness! It’s

“Hurry! Get the doctor!”

behind their conversation, too overwhelmed by fatigue.

I woke up, I heard a man greeting

a complete sentence, yet I could merely

spoke narrowed his eyes and stated with a smile, “Yes! You’re Scarlett! Do you remember