When There Is Nothing Left But Love

After walking out the gate, I finally saw Camelia standing by the roadside.

Decently dressed in clothes of some affordable domestic luxury brands, the woman did not look too bad, actually. She only looked sickly because of her pale face and sunken cheeks.

“Hey, Camelia,” I called out to the woman in a soft voice as if I could scare the soul out of her if I were too loud. “Why don’t you come inside?”

Even though romance made me very happy, I could not say the same for Camelia, for I had seen what a lively person she used to be before she had had her fair share of romance.

Facing Camelia, I dared not seem too happy since I was worried it would somehow make the woman uncomfortable. Maybe I was overthinking, but I would rather not let my happiness become a burden to someone less fortunate than I was.

Speaking softly and gently to Camelia like any normal person would was one of the ways I knew how to care for the woman. As a fellow woman, I truly hoped for her to have a better life.

“No, thank you. Marcus is sick, and he wants to see you,” informed Camelia with a blenched straight face.

could not imagine how badly Camelia was hurting inside when

meet again, but still, I could not just

remained strangely indifferent; it was as if the woman was only carrying out an order like a

car. She stopped just beside the vehicle when she noticed that I did not move a

When she was convinced that I had no intention of going with her, the woman finally showed some emotions. “Life is just a big fat joke, isn’t it?

as I wanted to comfort Camelia, I was at a

hard gaze. “You don’t have to pity me, but maybe you can do that for Marcus, a man at the brink of death. No matter what happened between you two, don’t you think you should grant a man his last dying wish? So are

time I saw Marcus, he was still alive and

he would probably have a few more days left,” stated Camelia

woman was hostile to me. However, her straightforwardness and sarcasm clearly showed that she was not trying to be friendly at all. From what Camelia told me, I could more or less piece together what happened to Marcus. The man was already severely ill when he saw the wedding between Ashton and me, and the event

that no one should deny a dying man his last wish.

to inform Ashton that I was leaving with Camelia, I