Annabelle Linton lowered her gaze, the corners of her lips curling into a faint, warm smile.
Under the lights, scenes from the past replayed in her mind: she and Aaron Wyatt arranging the furniture in the apartment, cooking together, and poring over recipes.
Going to and from school, traveling, shopping, working part-time jobs, eating, laughing... so many moments they had shared seemed to flash before her eyes.
When she was sick, he was there to take care of her. When she worked late at her part-time job, he would come to pick her up.
When the cafeteria closed and she was starving, he would appear before her.
He was with her through every holiday. For every birthday, he would spend nearly all his savings to give her the simplest, yet most heartfelt, celebration.
He wasn't rich—in fact, you could say he had nothing—but he gave her every bit of kindness he possessed, holding nothing back.
