Love Began with the First Meeting novel Chapter 731

In the bedroom of the luxury suite room, Brian was seated on the floor in front of the door with his back leaning against the wood. He was clenching his fists as his heart was hurting as he heard Eric's cries from the hallway. He knew that Molly was there and he knew that she must be so heartbroken and so distressed. It hurt him that he hurt her like that, but he didn't go out. He did not move from his spot.

Ling was standing in front of him with her arms folded lightly across her front. She looked down at Brian, who seemed to be in as much pain as Eric and Molly right this moment. She sighed, crouching down in front of him. "Does it really have to be like this?" she asked him softly. Her heart ached, seeing him suffering.

Brian closed his eyes. The sadness seemed to be rippling in great waves across his mind and it showed on his face. He felt an urge to yell, to cry, to rush to Molly's side and tell her how much he loved her. But he couldn't. For a long time, he sat there, quiet and still, trying so hard to fight back his tears. He immersed himself in the pain and suffering that he was feeling. No one could understand how much he was hurting for himself and for Molly. But he couldn't show his true heart to anyone, not even to Molly. He wanted her to forget him, to get away from him, for her own safety, but instead she was right outside his hotel room, convinced that he had lost his memory. Brian could not bear to think how much she was being tricked, and how much he was hurting her directly and indirectly.

It was a long time until he'd calmed down somewhat. He got up and went over to the armchair by the window and sunk into it. All of his energy seemed to have drained out of his once powerful body. It was slackened now, empty of all emotions, echoing the emptiness of his eyes and his heart. 'Eric and Molly must have gone now, ' he thought. Maybe she got better and they both left, or maybe they were still outside in the hallway. He wasn't sure. But he tried to keep his mind off them for now. Although he was sitting rigidly and trying not to make too much sound, Ling could hear him gritting his teeth from pain.

Although she did not know him well and did not care much about him, Ling was perturbed to see him in so much pain. "If love is this painful, and this hurtful..." she started, her voice soft and full of sadness and pity. She went to sit on the edge of the bed. "I would rather live alone forever." She looked over at Brian, her eyes wet and fixating on him.

Brian hung his head low, his heart completely seized with insufferable pain. He didn't think there was another day in his whole life that was more painful than this one. Suddenly, fueled by his anger, he stood and turned towards the wall and drove his fist through the painting that was hung there. Immediately, blood started to trickle from his hand down the painting, but Brian didn't even flinch. Like the painting now was bleeding, so was his heart, bleeding from the inside out from the pain that he felt. He crouched down, facing the corner of the room, and stared numbly in front of him at nothing in particular.

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Molly finally came to wake up, but her eyes needed time to adjust; her surroundings deemed to her a momentarily lapse out of reality. Then her eyes caught a glimpse of the curtains and the walls up ahead. Her head felt like it was being hammered and going to explode.

"Little Molly... Little Molly..." It was a soft, quiet voice that was calling her name.

Then came another voice that struck her innermost core. It made everything all right. "Mommy..."

She opened her eyes slowly and saw Mark and Shirley standing next to the bed she was on. Her vision cleared and her mind also cleared. This felt like a dream to her, seeing her most cherished people right after waking up from what seemed like a coma of terror. For a while, no one spoke. Molly was still trying to recover from her numbness.