When Her "Death" Couldn't Break Him (Cecilia and Nathaniel)

Chapter 13 Only Love

However, Cecilia had proven that, despite her disability, she could play the piano, dance, and sing just as well as anyone else. She was in no way inferior to those without disabilities.

These news reports had served as a beacon of hope for Calvin, helping him find the strength to pick himself up during his darkest days.

As Calvin recounted his own accomplishments, Cecilia found herself almost forgetting the person she had once been.

After Calvin escorted her to her place of residence, Cecilia offered him a small, grateful smile. “Thank you,” she said softly. “I almost forgot who I used to be.”

Calvin, noticing her fragility, took her out for a meal. Throughout the day, he considerately avoided asking about what had transpired after Cecilia’s marriage.

After settling into her new place, Cecilia realized there were only a few days left until mid-May, the day she and Nathaniel had agreed to finalize their divorce.

Reflecting on the promise she had made to Paula, she journeyed to the graveyard one morning.

She first visited her father’s tombstone. Gazing at the kind image of her father in the photograph, a roughness caught in Cecilia’s throat. “Dad, I miss you so much.”

A gentle breeze softly caressed Cecilia’s cheek, bringing a bittersweet sting to her nose. “Dad, you’d be mad at me if I came to see you, wouldn’t you?” she whispered.

She reached out, gently removing the fallen leaves from the tombstone, one by one. “I know I should be strong, but… I’m sorry…”

After standing in front of the tombstone for a considerable time, Cecilia finally decided to leave.

Before heading back, she bought an urn and visited a photography studio. Under the curious gazes of the staff, she had a black-and-white photo taken.

On the way back, she stared out the car window, lost in thought. Her phone rang, breaking her reverie—it was Martha.

“How have you been lately, Ceci?” Martha’s gentle voice asked.

Cecilia forced a smile. “I’ve been doing well.”

Martha sighed in relief but then scolded her lightly, “Who told you to sneakily give me money? I didn’t use it—I saved it for you. If you ever want to start a business or something…”

had often sent Martha money in secret.

concerned nagging, tears unwittingly

take me home like you

fifteenth, I’d like you to take me back to

understand why she had to wait until then, she agreed. “All right, on the fifteenth, I will come to pick you up and take you

hospital had sent Cecilia several messages, asking her to come in for a follow-up check. She had

glanced at her account, noting she still had over a hundred thousand left—money she planned

in Tudela

she wouldn’t hear him. Occasionally, when he spoke, she had to focus on the shape of his lips to

river. Do you want to go see them in two days?” Calvin asked one

moment

the riverside every Saturday. It was said that

to see the fireworks with Nathaniel, but he had

Calvin went to watch

Boom!

up the sky,

gazed up at the sky, tears brimming in her eyes. “Calvin, thank

beside him. Despite the smile on her face, he sensed that she wasn’t truly happy. “I’ll be staying in Tudela

she knew she

declined Calvin’s offer to walk her home, choosing instead

Cecilia thought she caught a

others for Nathaniel. Whenever she saw someone who even slightly resembled him, she would think it was

for the light to change, she noticed an entertainment news segment on

returned to win back your first love. Have you achieved

neither confirmed nor denied it. Instead, she said, “At

of their relationship. As Cecilia crossed the street, a song dedicated to Stella played on the television—Only

ever loved Nathaniel. How did I come

thought back to an afternoon ten years ago when she returned home

been bullied, Nathaniel’s intervention felt like divine intervention. There were times when their parents