When There Is Nothing Left But Love (Ashton And Scarlett)

Huh? Is this a confession?

His genuine smile took me by surprise, and I quickly shrugged all of my concerns off my mind. I grasped his hand and nodded as a tiny smile played on my lips.

…

After spending another fortnight at the hospital for a series of therapies, the doctor finally agreed to discharge me from the hospital.

As it was early winter, the weather was just about right.

I put on a jacket over my patient gown and took a seat next to Marcus, who was in the driver’s seat.

Irked by my hair that was shoulder-length, I ran my fingers across it, drooping it behind my shoulders when the car was brought to a halt at the traffic light.

It took a little longer than usual for the traffic light to turn green. Bored, I wound down the window to survey the surroundings that felt familiar yet odd at the same time. “Have I always been in frail health? It feels like I have made countless trips to the hospital. I can vividly recall this particular route to the hospital..”

A few seconds later, he stared dead ahead and said, “I neglected you and your condition

but before I could probe further, he showed no signs to carry on with this conversation. Hence, I had no choice but

the road. The lavish

a child yelled, “You’re a fascist who can’t even keep his word!

uttered harsh

five or six-year-old craned over and tried

checkered suit he had put on made him seem like a miniature version of

a step away from sneaking his way out of

be seen lifting the little boy’s collar and bringing him back to the car. The boy seemed like a defenseless prey that had fallen

little boy saw me, his eyes widened in

behind the little boy glanced at me and asked rhetorically, “Excuse me, Gregory Hall? Have you always considered your father

abysmal pair of eyes seemed to be able

breath. I could feel my heart sinking as the time flew by. I placed my hand on my heart in an attempt to

light started flickering green, Marcus started the car again, but he soon noticed something was