When There Is Nothing Left But Love

She stood by the ledge, which was only as wide as a palm, with her hands on her shaking head. “I’m sorry, Scarlett. I can’t take it anymore. I’m suffocating seeing all these. Do you know that when I got close to him—when I felt his cold body and saw the flatline on the ECG—I felt a pain you could never imagine. The world spun, and it felt like my soul had left with the warmth of his body. At that time, I fell to the ground. I knew I can’t live anymore. If not… If not for the nurse passing by the ward at that time, I might have followed his footsteps there and then.”

Her eyes were red from crying, and she stared at me as tears kept falling. It felt like I was staring at a frightened rabbit. “I’d rather die than to go through that again. Tell me your answer now, Scarlett. Do you want us dead or alive?”

Loud white noise exploded in my head. It was as if she had dunked me in an icy lake and froze my brain.

Am I forced to become a killer if I stick to my principles?

The officer behind me urged, “Look at the big picture. Let’s save her first before we talk about anything else.”

The negotiator at the side was even stomping his foot. “Hey, lady. I’m reminding you now that there are legal repercussions if you decide to let her die. You’d better think properly on how you’re going to reply to her!”

“I…”

Before I could say that I agreed to her words, Camelia screamed hysterically again, “I don’t want lies! Scarlett Stovall, I want you to agree to marry Marcus as soon as possible. Otherwise, even if you stop me now, I still have countless ways to die in front of you!”

to her! What are you

if you marry him! What’s the big deal about this? Save

my head. In a voice almost inaudible to everyone but myself, I said,

those words left my mouth, the screams of others traveled into

“No!”

my head upward only to see Camelia’s figure

“Camelia!”

running toward her immediately, no one could make it to her

could imagine what I was going to see next—an unmoving husk of a body and the red that would stain

a gigantic safety air cushion. Camelia was in the middle of it, wrapped protectively by the cushion like a newborn baby. It was difficult for us to see whether she was hurt or

slowed down. Finally, I could

could see small groups of two to three people. All of them were talking about

it was normal for them to think of the

I found them noisy, so I quietly