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

He buried his head into my neck, and his unshaved beard grazed my cheek a little. At the very next second, a drop of warm tear dripped onto me, igniting all the emotions I worked hard to suppress.

“Ashton!”

I was so overwhelmed that I didn’t care if it was all a dream. I didn’t care that I might wake up and lose him again, either. As soon as I turned around, I threw my arms around him and buried my face in his chest. His familiar scent came to me, and I greedily took it all in.

The room was dark, so there was no way to see anything clearly. I had to tap on him a few times and pinch myself a little. The pain confirmed what I already know. I wasn’t hallucinating!

“You’re really here!” I couldn’t be bothered to behave anymore, so I draped my arm around him.

My hand caressed his face in the dark, and my mind conjured an image of his face.

“You must’ve really let yourself go.” I was grinning sadly when I uttered those words to joke about his uneven beard. The mere thought of Ashton looking strangely mature had me giggling a little, though.

Ashton put his hand on the back of my head and led me closer to his chest. Only then was he able to sigh in relief. “I honestly thought that you were trying to commit suicide, so I haven’t been sleeping the past couple of days.”

“Now that you’ve

another ten minutes. I’m too tired and need a

to push him

a quick recharge, but he didn’t rest for long before he shared, “When I heard about how you got hurt, I went and stayed guard at the exit closest to the ER. I had everything planned, and if you had died, I would’ve marched right in to kill that a*shole.

that you had survived. That was why I messed things up for Nathaniel every day and made it so that he had to leave to handle the issue. It took me some time, but I eventually created a small window of opportunity to come

you this in person. I trust you, and I will always trust you. What I did that day, and how I behaved… It was all to trick Nathaniel, so please… please don’t ever think about

all that for a while, and he seemed more relaxed after he got them all out. That prompted him to switch to a more comfortable

“Also, the last time…”

I said, “Oh my, Mr. Fuller, you are so naggy. The thing is, Ashton, you have to know that your wife’s acting still is just as good as yours. I timed both the shooting incident and the car accident perfectly and knew that I would survive both. Don’t worry. I’m not suicidal.

didn’t reply to anything. Instead, he made some incoherent

I sensed that something was off as soon as I was done speaking. That was when I realized that my hands were still on his lips, so I put them down

“I think it’s more probable that