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

Maybe I had truly gone crazy. Or maybe, just maybe, that extremely selfish person was exactly who I used to be.

Ashton was no longer at the hotel. After I had washed up and was getting ready to leave, John knocked on my door.

Furrowing his eyebrows as he looked over my pale, sallow complexion, he asked, “You didn’t sleep well last night?”

“No.” I massaged my temples, shaking my head. “Is there any news about Summer?”

He made an affirmative sound, gesturing towards the room in a silent request to continue this conversation inside.

Stepping aside, I let him in and closed the door behind him, walking over to sit on the sofa.

He poured out a glass of water for himself, glancing at me. “Are you happy with Ashton?”

“John, I thought you were here to talk about Summer.” I narrowed my eyes, a little upset at the new topic.

Coughing awkwardly, he reached up to rub his nose. “It’s true that I came here to talk about Summer. But you are the most important thing to me right now. Summer has Ashton, the Crest family, and the Stovall family. So, let’s talk about you first, okay?”

I squirmed uneasily under his intense stare, licking my dry lips. “What do you mean?”

“Just answer me.”

“Ashton and I have always been fine.”

you were happy, not if your relationship

I rolled

was all a huge, long-winded story. Every story had to have its ups and

the meaning of happiness? If happiness could only be defined by how

you understand happiness more than I do. You don’t want to answer my question because your relationship with Ashton is starting to make you feel burdened and depressed. Deep in your heart, you still hold

stared blankly at the glass of water in front

you go to the hospital and receive psychotherapy before restarting your relationship with him. This ambiguous situation between you two is

Ambiguous?

was wrong with myself anymore. All I knew

was often unable to control my temper and

once been healed properly. I’d only ever hidden my scars away and threw my nightmares to the back of my mind, leaving them for the future me to deal with. On the surface, I appeared fine, but one small poke at my wounds and you’d be

I spoke up, “I’ll go to

not pressing

the way, John, this isn’t the time to be having a heart-to-heart

about Summer, and we should

“So?”

down, taking a

That sounds so weird…

I asked, “So did you

nodded, but his expression

that something might have happened to my