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

After he apologized, his gaze became gentle and tender once again. He looked at Camelia calmly with a clear, determined stare, as if he could see through her.

I stiffened in my seat. Did he find out?

A moment later, Marcus exhaled and smiled.

“Enough,” Marcus said as he looked down, almost like he was speaking to himself. “This is enough. At least now I know that loving you was worth it.”

He paused before looking up again. When he did, his eyes were filled with tears. The whites of his eyes had become slightly red as blood vessels began to appear in his teary eyes.

“I have always known that Ashton was the man you loved. I knew you had never loved me. Still, I never understood why you loved him and not me. I never ever wanted to hurt you. I just didn’t understand why you never even looked at me in that way. Now, though, I think I understand.

“If it was up to me, no matter if Ashton were still here, I could never give you up so willingly. He’s willing to do anything for you, but all I can hope for is that only death will do us part. Yes, I’ve lost to him, but I won’t admit it. Just because I didn’t love you the way you wanted to be loved doesn’t mean I never loved you.”

He must have been hurting, whether physically or emotionally. His tears slid down the curve of his cheek, but he made no move to wipe them away.

due to the connection of the stream, but from my angle,

because I kept pestering you. Neither of us was willing to step back, and we ended up butting heads for the rest of our lives. Or at

to the silence of the church, every little noise was recorded by the camera’s microphone. Apart from Marcus’ labored breathing, I could also hear the quiet

as he talked about how much he loved

However, at least he got a chance to get closure from the person he loved before he died while all she could do

mockingly. “Actually, you’re right. Pity, sympathy, or anything that’s simply given to me- my pride won’t allow it. You’ve let go of me, so I’ll let go of you

may have lost this round to God, but I won’t lose

for a mere second before nodding

Tap. Tap. Tap.

sound of his shoes tapped lightly against the floor and faded

walking out of the

Camelia were left in the church. Both Ashton and I frowned from our perch in the