Love That Wasn't Meant to Last

Perhaps meeting Sylvia was a mistake from the very beginning.

As I looked at her, I found her to be a stranger.noveldrama

If I could go back in time, I would rather have never met her. I certainly wouldn't have chosen to be with her either.

I let out a long sigh, closed my eyes, and didn't want to speak.

Sylvia tried to reach out and hold my hand, but Selena stepped forward and pushed her away.

The push caused Sylvia to fall to the ground and let out a pained cry. Selena didn't feel the slightest bit guilty. She looked at Sylvia with disgust and disdain written all over her face.

"Go away, Sylvia. The moment you threw away your morals and dignity to lie in another man's arms, you became tainted. Don't come near Hud and dirty him." Sylvia couldn't hold it in anymore and burst into loud, heartbreaking sobs.

She cried terribly, but my heart hurt even more.

It wasn't because of her tears, but because I never thought I would experience a second betrayal.

And this time, the gap between both betrayals was less than six months. My luck really was something else.

I stood there, silently watching Sylvia cry. I didn't want to think about why she was crying, nor did I want to think about how to comfort her. It didn't matter anymore. It really didn't matter.

Selena just stood beside me, watching silently as well.

She didn't say anything to comfort me, nor did she say anything bad about Sylvia. She simply stood there, holding my hand, quietly watching Sylvia cry with me.

I didn't know how long it had been, but I started to feel my legs growing numb from standing still.

I felt like I should do something or say something. Otherwise, just standing there

doing nothing wouldn't solve anything. I couldn't stand here forever.

Taking a deep breath, I pulled my hand out of Selena's grasp.

I walked over and helped Sylvia up.

At first, Selena seemed a bit upset and even tried to stop me. But hand froze halfway, then she lowered it. I didn't know why she

stopped, and I didn't want to know.

I helped Sylvia to her feet, and since there was no tissue available, I used my

sleeve to wipe away her tears.

Sylvia looked at me. Her eyes were red and swollen from crying. Yet, she

continued to sob and apologize.

"Hudson, I'm sorry. I'm so sorry."

She shouldn't say sorry to me. Now that it had happened, what

Where in saying sorry? Here

was

words couldn't change anything.

"You don't need to apologize. You're not wrong, and neither am I. We're just..."

I sighed. I couldn't bring myself to say those self-deceptive words. I closed my

eyes and pulled my hand away.

"Sylvia, I'm tired. Let's break up."

I said this calmly. I wasn't heartbroken, and I didn't feel any tearing pain.

It felt like when I wanted to buy a shirt, and then when I saw the price, I gave up with that same quiet resignation.

All I could do was accept the reality with ease and make the decision to let go peacefully.

Sylvia, upon hearing this, didn't get overly emotional. She just cried some more. Her eyes, already swollen, became even redder from her tears.

I just hoped she didn't hurt her eyes from all the crying. I wasn't a doctor, and I couldn't heal her eyes.

"I've been really happy when I'm with

you. I thank you for your

companionship. You might be a

good girl, and I know you have your

reasons, but I really can't accept this."