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for the sake of my grandmother. But Marcus was the first person I met. Or should I say he sighted me first. A huge smile curled up his face as he waved at me. My heart sank, then flipped and began to run a marathon in my chest. Every part of me wanted to turn around and run, but yet, all those parts of me still wanted to meet him and - And what? "Marcus," I said softly, allowing my legs to carry me to where he was sitting. "I - I'm sorry I'm late. I hope I didn't keep you waiting too long."

Mike laughed out loudly. "I encouraged her to meet you earlier, boy, stop dreaming. She won't come after you," Mike continued laughing. "You can never date her. She is beyond your league. Your love for her is dateless! Please stay away from her. Just one word from me, she would hate you forever. If you value the 'hi' and 'hello' you are getting from her, please maintain it," Mike warned. "Dateless love can also mean love without an expiry date. Mark my word today," Brian said and walked swiftly away.

"Don't get angry at them. They're not worth it." "Jacob Ferrin? You can possibly be married to him, right?" Quinton got up from the ground. He still seemed in disbelief even though Jacob had already shown up. Jacob embraced me and said sarcastically, "Did you think she would wait for a two-timing scumbag like you to change your mind? I bet you found out that your lover wasn't half as good as you imagined and decided that you wanted to take Mabel back. I should let you suffer for that."

However, one bite still brought back a few memories. "George, no exceptions for you either. Everyone is only allowed a fixed amount of sugar." Smiling, she tapped on George's arm before asking about Gisselle's condition. After they all finished their snacks, the two wheeled Gisselle along the grass while pigeons fluttered overhead. The scene was peaceful and beautiful. Lennon, unfamiliar with the area, had been delayed by parking, so he arrived ten minutes late. As soon as he got there, the scene in the distance hit him sharply.

With something genuine. "Why do you worry about things like that?" His voice was quiet. "How many times have I told you how beautiful you are?" He paused, and the room felt different suddenly. The kind of different that happens right before something is said that can't be unsaid. "I love you, Skylar. I've loved you for a very long time. I just couldn't find the right moment to say it." I stared at him.

The extensive yet clear list showed me just how much he valued this day. Elena texted me, too, saying she had not been able to reach Gerald for an entire day. On the final day before the wedding, Scott spent a fortune flying in a diamond-studded gown from overseas. Under the light, I brushed my hand along the dreamy fabric and, all of a sudden, felt a flicker of excitement for tomorrow. Then my phone lit up. It was a message from Gerald. [The code lock at home died. Do you still have a spare key?]

He tightened his grip on my wrist to the point of pain, as if he wanted to crush my bones. "How old is she? Why did you really leave me back then? We loved each other so much. What the hell were you hiding from me?" Five years ago, we were college sweethearts. Everyone thought we were destined to walk down the aisle together. But that winter, while Austin was away on a business trip for his startup, I suddenly collapsed. And from that moment on, our fates were forever changed.

It was too late when they realized the truth, it was too late when they realized their love fully. It was already too late when love was finally come to be, when love was finally revealed in the light. It was already too late for Crystal, for the both of them. If possible, Christine was hoping for Crystal to get treated, but time was too short, they won’t be able to save Crystal, even if they wanted to.

“I found this song… I mean, you’ve heard it before, on the cliff, remember? It was me—” No. Too desperate. “I thought it might bring back a memory.” Too vague. “I saved you.” Too direct. She sighed, tears building. “Please… remember.” She stared at her own reflection, eyes wide, fragile. “If he hears it and still chooses her,” she whispered, “then there’s nothing left.” She set the gift on her bedside table. Wrapped in silver linen. Waiting.