He stiffened his body, and I pushed him away. I stretched my clothes over myself with a poker face in an attempt to cover what I could.

"Are you serious?" He asked. His dark, oppressive gaze fell on me.

I pursed my lips and nodded. I looked into his dark eyes and replied, "Both of us should calm down. Maybe we've always been wrong for each other. We might be a good match in Grandpa's eyes, but not in the way that we thought we would be. Maybe my feelings for you were not love, but admiration. And for you, it might just be accumulated regret over leaving me behind for so long."

There was no love between the two of us. What we had were fragmented feelings that we desperately tried to piece together.

He opened his mouth to speak, and the grimness on his face was like a dark cloud that had been building up. "Not love!"

These words sounded as if he had screamed it for himself to hear. In the days that followed, I kept thinking about how there were so many people in the world. How many couples stayed together out of a sense of responsibility, and how did those couples who supposedly loved each other spend the rest of their lives?

Love faded with beauty. Perhaps, there was no love in this world at all. It was nothing but a gimmick to comfort oneself.

me, what is love? What is your so-called love? With every word you speak, you bring up divorce, like it's something casual. Do you think I deserve to be ruined by you after spoiling and protecting you?" sᴇaʀᴄh

the hospital." "What?" he scoffed. "You're hell-bent on holding on to the past, aren't you? Do you want me to kill Andrea? Is that what it means to love? Arianna, how vile are you to deal with things in such

toes, and raised my head.

that he ended up laughing. "What about you? Aren't you holding on to a dead person? You even disregarded your life to

can't get over our own hurdles, then let's get a divorce. I don't want anything from the Roberts family. I'll

all, we don't have any children and since

too late!!" Hendrix pushed off a lamp on the table as he raged on. "What do you mean 'not too late'? You're the only one who can't let go.

feeling like I couldn't get out

seemed to have reached its limit. I couldn't differentiate which sentence was said

and got up by supporting myself against the wall. I added lightly, "I'll

His thin lips pressed against the corner of my mouth and

felt a heavy blow on my chest. It hurt so much

a divorce, will we not stand a chance with each other

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