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…”

the years, Cecilia had often sent Martha money in secret. Martha,

concerned nagging, tears unwittingly covered Cecilia’s

me home like you used to when I was little?”

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

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

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

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

few days in Tudela had

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

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

Cecilia a moment to respond.

tradition to have fireworks by the riverside every Saturday. It was said that couples who watched

had once tried to see the fireworks with Nathaniel, but he had coldly rejected her. Despite having

Saturday, Cecilia and Calvin went to watch the

Boom!

up the sky, their beauty vanishing in

the sky, tears brimming in

her face, he sensed that she wasn’t truly happy. “I’ll be staying in Tudela this year.

agree because she knew she

Calvin’s offer to walk her home, choosing instead to walk alone along

with people, but despite the crowd, Cecilia thought she caught a glimpse of Nathaniel. As the people drew closer, she realized it wasn’t

Nathaniel. Whenever she saw someone who even slightly

crossroads, while waiting for the light to change, she noticed an entertainment news segment

that this time you returned to win back your first

confirmed nor denied it. Instead, she said, “At eight o’clock tonight, he and

the street, a song dedicated to Stella

I’ve only ever loved Nathaniel. How did

returned

There were times