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?"

I could not quite define my feelings for her. I did not dislike

dating, I was not ready to start a new relationship. I could not clearly describe my

heavy, and I could not give an answer lightly. I liked how things were and did not

eyes, looking hurt. "Whether you're divorced or not doesn't matter to me

not tried to contact

trying to suppress my sadness. However, my reaction only made

braver? You're stuck in the past, avoiding the future, and refusing to let go. How can you ever be

admitted she was right. Yes, I