Love That Wasn't Meant to Last

Chapter 13

Though I was not in her shoes, I could tell Sylvia was suffering. I felt helpless watching her state.

I sighed. "If you can't handle alcohol, you shouldn't drink so much. You're only hurting yourself. You're old enough to know better than this."

Sylvia remained silent, hanging her head low to manage her discomfort. I went outside to buy her a bottle of water.

When I returned, I found her slumped against the wall, seemingly asleep with her eyes closed and completely still. I approached and gently nudged her, but got no response.

Just as I was about to lift her, she awakened and wrapped her arms around my neck, looking at me with a longing gaze. "Hudson, do you like me?"

to others. However, I could not quite define my feelings for her. I did not dislike her company-in fact, I found peace and comfort in our time together and sometimes wished

was not ready to start a new relationship. I could not clearly

too heavy, and I could not give an answer lightly. I liked

"Whether you're divorced or not doesn't matter to me because your relationship with Selena is beyond repair, isn't

seemed irreparable. In all this time, Selena had not tried to contact me or sent any messages. It was as

my sadness. However,

you're a grown man. Why can't you be braver? You're stuck in the past, avoiding

point and admitted she was right. Yes, I was being