When There Is Nothing Left But Love

Huh? Is this a confession?

His genuine smile took me by surprise, and I quickly shrugged all of my concerns off my mind. I grasped his hand and nodded as a tiny smile played on my lips.

…

After spending another fortnight at the hospital for a series of therapies, the doctor finally agreed to discharge me from the hospital.

As it was early winter, the weather was just about right.

I put on a jacket over my patient gown and took a seat next to Marcus, who was in the driver’s seat.

Irked by my hair that was shoulder-length, I ran my fingers across it, drooping it behind my shoulders when the car was brought to a halt at the traffic light.

It took a little longer than usual for the traffic light to turn green. Bored, I wound down the window to survey the surroundings that felt familiar yet odd at the same time. “Have I always been in frail health? It feels like I have made countless trips to the hospital. I can vividly recall this particular route to the hospital..”

the eyes. A few seconds later, he stared dead ahead and said, “I neglected you and your condition back in the

a double innuendo, but before I could probe further, he showed no signs to carry

over by the road. The lavish vehicle caught my attention because

tone could be heard as a child yelled,

uttered harsh remarks that were unbefitting of the image of a

looked about five or six-year-old craned over

The checkered suit he had put on made him seem like a miniature version of a gentleman. He had been blessed with great features, befitting his

step away from sneaking his way out of the car,

to the car. The boy seemed like

little boy saw me,

boy glanced at me and asked rhetorically, “Excuse me, Gregory Hall? Have

abysmal pair of eyes seemed to be able to

I placed my hand on my heart in an

the car again, but he soon