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…”

money in secret. Martha, being a simple country woman, had saved

to Martha’s concerned nagging, tears unwittingly

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

fifteenth, I’d

to wait until then, she agreed. “All right,

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

didn’t want to squander any more money on treatment. She glanced at her account, noting

in Tudela had been

often visited her and noticed that her hearing impairment had worsened. Often, when he knocked on her door, she wouldn’t hear him.

going to be fireworks by the river. Do you want to go see

moment to

it was a tradition to have fireworks by the riverside every Saturday. It was said that couples who watched the fireworks together would never

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

and Calvin went

Boom!

up the sky,

gazed up at the sky, tears brimming in

he sensed that she wasn’t truly happy. “I’ll be staying in Tudela this year. From now on, we can watch the fireworks together every week,”

she knew she couldn’t make that

to walk her home, choosing instead to

despite the crowd, Cecilia thought she caught a glimpse of

since they parted ways, she had often mistaken others for Nathaniel. Whenever she saw someone who even slightly resembled him, she would

to change, she noticed an entertainment news segment on a

you returned to win back your

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

crossed the street, a song dedicated to

ever loved Nathaniel. How did I

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

divine intervention. There were times when their parents teased them, saying that when they grew up, they were going to marry