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’s concerned nagging, tears

home like you used to

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

Martha didn’t understand why she had to wait until then, she agreed. “All right, on the fifteenth, I will come

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

want to squander any more money on treatment. She glanced at her account, noting she still had over a hundred thousand left—money she planned to

days in Tudela had been marked by

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

want

took Cecilia a moment to

the riverside every Saturday. It was said that couples who

with Nathaniel, but he had coldly rejected her. Despite having countless opportunities, they

Saturday, Cecilia and Calvin went to watch

Boom!

the sky, their beauty vanishing in an

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

thin Cecilia beside him. Despite the smile on her face, he sensed that she wasn’t truly happy. “I’ll be staying in Tudela this year. From now on, we can

knew

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

she caught a glimpse of Nathaniel. As the

had often mistaken others for Nathaniel. Whenever she saw someone

news segment on a large screen across the street. The person

this time you returned to win back your

said, “At eight o’clock tonight, he and

of their relationship. As Cecilia crossed the street, a song

I’ve only ever loved Nathaniel. How did

back to an afternoon ten years ago when she returned home alone. She saw Nathaniel

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, they were going to marry

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