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

When the middle-aged florist in charge of the store not far from the cemetery saw us, she asked, “Do you need a bouquet of white chrysanthemum?”

Smiling, I shook my head and brought Summer into the store. “Is it fine for us to pick the flowers?”

The florist was stupefied for a short while before she nodded in return and asserted, “Of course!”

Macy once told me she was never a fan of chrysanthemums. She would get irked by the melancholic and monochromous colors. Instead, she was thrilled whenever she received sunflowers.

After I got a few stalks of sunflowers, I asked Summer to hold on to it because I needed to get Old Mr. Fuller a bouquet as well. In the end, I got the reliable man a bouquet of yellow chrysanthemums.

Grandma had always appreciated the bunch of celosia by the edge of the yard in R Province. The ornamental amaranth was no match for other species in terms of look, but it could brace itself through harsh weather and flourish in harsh conditions.

As a result of the cemetery’s expansion, there were a lot of stairs. Walking through the steps amid the heavy morning fog, I was grateful there were signs everywhere. Otherwise, I would have lost my way.

There were a lot of people there to visit their deceased loved ones on that particular day. After dropping by the two seniors’ graves, I brought Summer to visit Macy’s grave.

Another tall man with a callous look could be seen in front of her grave. After four years, he was no longer the gentleman I used to know.

People would mature at different ages, but most people would turn into gentle adults as they got older. However, there were also some cases where certain adults might develop the other way and fall into the vicious cycle of despair due to their awful memories.

I wasn’t sure if Jared was the former or the latter category. After all, after four years, I still had no idea the sort of relationship he had with Macy.

at the bouquet of balloon flowers in front of the tombstone,

kinds of meaning—eternal love and eternal

we failed to practice moderation

rooted to my spot for a while, Summer broke the silence. When she saw the photo on the tombstone,

around and

he noticed I wasn’t the one talking, he turned

brows furrowed. Perhaps they were

seconds later, he looked at me and asked,

his question, I cut him off and instructed Summer, “Summer, can

Summer to spend her time by Jared’s side. I happened to

idea the emotions an adult had toward the deceased ones. After she placed the bouquet in front of

the height of the tombstone. When she caught a glimpse

her life. If that’s the

girl’s words seemed to make little to no sense, others would feel wistful when

of my miscarriage back then. Therefore, he could easily rule out the possibility that

by his look and response, I knew he had figured out Summer’s

that Macy had passed on. Since he was here now, I reckoned it must be others who shared the

“What’s her