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..”

he stared dead ahead and said, “I neglected you and your condition back in the day, but

signs to carry on

The lavish

limousine wound down the window and a mellifluous tone could be heard as a child yelled, “You’re a fascist

because the child had uttered harsh

later, a little boy who looked about five or six-year-old craned over and

his hair styled up, making him seem increasingly mature as compared to his peers. The checkered suit he had put on made him seem like a miniature version of a gentleman. He

was merely a step away from sneaking his way out of the car, my heart

him back to the car. The boy seemed like a defenseless prey that had fallen victim to a

boy saw me,

me and asked rhetorically, “Excuse me, Gregory

facial features that seemed to be out of this world. His abysmal pair of eyes

heart sinking as the time flew by. I placed my hand on my heart in an

traffic light started flickering green, Marcus started the car again, but he soon noticed something was