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.

front of the tombstone, I was dumbfounded for

kinds of meaning—eternal love

if we failed to practice moderation in life. It would be

Seeing how I was standing rooted to my spot for a while, Summer broke the silence. When she saw the photo on the tombstone, she asked, “Is

attention. He turned around and gave me a wide-eyed stare when

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

lips with his brows furrowed. Perhaps they were meant to cross paths

seconds later, he looked at me

Summer, “Summer, can you please place

her time by Jared’s side. I happened to share

idea the emotions an adult had toward the deceased ones.

height of the tombstone. When she caught a glimpse of her biological mother, torrents

figure in her life. If that’s

seemed to make little to no sense, others would feel

was aware of my miscarriage back then. Therefore, he could easily rule out

his look and response, I knew he had figured

that Macy had passed on. Since he was here now, I

“What’s her