Love Began with the First Meeting novel Chapter 727

There has never been a feeling stronger in my life than the love that I have for you. I love you so much, which is why I have to let you go. It sounds strange and I don't expect anyone to understand, not even you, but I love you so much and I know that I can never give you the happiness that you want and deserve. Keeping you would be selfish of me. Keeping you by my side would only hurt you more, and so I have to let you go. Don't worry about me. Move on. Look to the future. Never look back at the past or me. You can leave me behind. I give you freedom. —Brian

Molly was in a daze so she did not notice that her feet were leading her onto the road. Her mind was blank and numb and it was like her body was on autopilot. She did not see the cars or hear their roaring honks until they seemed to be at maximum volume, shrill and desperate to drive past. They all reminded her of frightened animals hurrying to avoid the hunter. She slowly turned around, her mind still in a numbed state. She was unaware of the danger that she was in. Quite contrarily, she had almost given into the danger. The cars' bright, dazzling lights flashing at her triggered something in her; a strange, unearthly desire was creeping into her mind. She wanted her sorrows to be done and over it. She wanted to end it all. She wanted to give up on everything.

"Little Molly!"

came Eric's hysteric shriek. He had been following her since she ran out from the hotel in tears. Terror overwhelmed him, seeing her standing on the road, which was swarming with moving vehicles. Without much thought, he rushed over to where she was and pushed her aside towards the pavement. Before they could reach the pavement however, the car that was driving towards them came to a sudden jolt but it didn't stop. Eric held Molly in his arms and rolled on the ground to escape the hit. Yet the horror wasn't over; they happened to roll onto the next lane of vehicles and a big, heavy-laden truck was coming. Instinctively, Eric pushed Molly against the ground and used his body as a shield, covering her. The truck passed right above them, with them just under the gap between the wheels at the two flanks.

Then followed a blaring sequence of cacophonous sounds of emergency brakes all around.

Vehicles halted. Honks squealed. Distressed people began to complain out of their car windows, venting about the lack of safety on the road nowadays, reproaching Molly and Eric for their carelessness, even cursing them out, angry that they would drag other innocent people into danger.

"Damn it! Do you want to die?"

The driver of the truck that had passed over Eric and Molly got out of his vehicle and marched up to the pair. His face had paled from his near-death experience. "You want to die? Then go die yourself! Don't drag me with you!"

Despite his anger towards them, he couldn't help but feel relieved when he saw that they were only lightly injured. After a bit complaint, he calmed down enough to return to his truck and drive away.

In the state that they were in, Eric wasn't in the mood and didn't have the energy to argue. He simply watched as the man drove away. Then he got to his feet and helped Molly up. "Little Molly, are you okay?" he asked worriedly.

As he asked her that, he leaned down to heft Molly up onto his arms and started to walk back to the hotel. When they entered the lobby, he laid her down on a couch and checked her from head to toe, searching for any injuries she might have gotten.

To his relief, she was only slightly scraped on her right arm.

"Mr. Eric Long, here are the emergency medicines you requested!"

The lobby manager hurried over to them, a suitcase-sized box in hand. Seeing that the back of Eric's shirt was drenched in his blood, he was shocked. "Mr. Eric Long, are... are you hurt?" The manager's face was white.