With her hands tucked in her coat pockets, she stared at his photo, as if he were still standing across from her.
Since the divorce, they had never crossed paths again.
She never imagined that their reunion would come in this way—
She remained on the ground, while he had been laid to rest.
A scalding tear slid down from Ann Nolan's eye and fell to the ground.
"Zaiden, whether it's hate or love, I just hope that in another world, you can be well," Ann quietly spoke, her voice choked and hoarse. "In this lifetime, this is our forever farewell."
The man in the photograph still had the look she knew so well. Even now, she could recall his voice, his smile, even his harsh words.
But what was the use of remembering?
"Zaiden, I've never blamed you for anything. After all, love is a choice one makes freely. You didn't love me, and I never forced you. I just never thought today's goodbye would come in this form. I had believed that after our divorce, you would live a better life."
