The Love that Never Really Dies (Sasha and Sebastian)

Sasha wasn’t sure how long she squatted there crying at the bus stop, but at some point, the light rain had turned into a downpour and drenched her completely. Spotting her, someone quickly approached. “Miss, are you alright? It’s so cold out here, and it’s raining too. Don’t you want to go home?” At the sound of the stranger’s voice, Sasha slowly raised her head which she was resting on her knees. The stranger was a middle-aged woman in her forties, wearing a thick, padded-down jacket that had lint at the hems. Even from a distance away, Sasha could tell smell the odor of oil and smoke coming off the woman. She had to be a stay-at-home mother or housewife. Shaking her head, Sasha sniffled. “I’m fine.” “

Then, you should hurry back home. There’s probably someone waiting for you, right? Did you miss the bus? I’m telling you, young lady, there are no buses that come around here at this time. I’ll help you wave down a taxi,” the woman offered kindly. “There’s really no need…” Sasha hurriedly shook her head, waving her hands in front of her. The woman seemed to notice the sadness on Sasha’s face, she sighed as she offered some words of advice. “You look like you’ve been through a lot, kiddo. It’s alright. You’ll always run into problems in life, but the most important thing is that you get back up and face them head-on. Think of the people who loves you and waiting for you, alright?” Sasha’s mind blanked.

have forgotten? There’s someone waiting for me. Even if my parents are gone and I’m estranged from my relatives, I have my kids waiting for me back home! There’s no one who needs me more than them! Sasha placed a hand on the floor to push herself upright, stumbling slightly as if having woken up from a deep slumber. “I understand now. Thank you, ma’am.” “That’s good. Hurry along, then.” The middle-aged woman smiled, shifted the bags in her arms, and started hurrying back to her own home. Sasha’s lips were already blue from the cold as she stuck a trembling arm out, waiting for a taxi to notice her. I have

even though the taxi’s heater was turned on. Pulling her clothes tighter around her, she tried to look for something to dry off her damp hair. It was only then did she realize that she’d left the house in such a rush, the only thing on her right now was her medical kit. Never mind. I wonder if Ian’s already asleep by now? Staring out of the window, she couldn’t help but worry. Fortunately, due to the late hour,

appearance let him down, she even had to scrounge up money for the taxi fare. Sasha got down from the taxi. Turning towards the mansion, she saw that it was completely dark except for a few lamps lighting up the garden. Does that mean Little Ian is already asleep? Standing