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…”

often sent Martha money in secret. Martha, being

nagging, tears unwittingly covered Cecilia’s

home like you used to when I was little?” Cecilia asked, her

puzzled. Cecilia repeated, “On the fifteenth, I’d like you to take

had to wait until then, she agreed. “All right, on the fifteenth, I will

asking her to come in

glanced at her account, noting she still had over a hundred thousand left—money she planned to leave for Martha to use

days in Tudela had been

on her door, she wouldn’t hear him. Occasionally, when he spoke, she had to

there’s going to be fireworks by the river. Do you want

moment

by the riverside every Saturday. It was said that couples who watched the

to see the fireworks with Nathaniel, but he had coldly rejected

Calvin went to

Boom!

dazzling fireworks lit up the sky,

the sky, tears brimming in her eyes. “Calvin, thank you. I felt

wasn’t truly happy. “I’ll be staying

because she knew she couldn’t make

ended. She declined Calvin’s offer to walk her home, choosing instead to walk alone

but despite the crowd, Cecilia thought she caught a glimpse of Nathaniel. As the people

Whenever she saw someone who even slightly resembled

she noticed an entertainment news segment on a large screen across the

reporter asked, “Stella, you mentioned that this time you returned

camera, Stella neither confirmed nor denied it. Instead, she said, “At eight o’clock tonight, he and I watched

Cecilia crossed the street, a song dedicated to Stella played

I’ve only ever loved Nathaniel. How did I

years ago when she returned home alone. She saw Nathaniel from next door, wearing

she had been bullied, Nathaniel’s intervention felt like divine intervention. There were times when their parents teased them, saying that when they grew up,