Mr. Marsh’s Twins

Summer didn’t look at Spencer. She stood slightly bent to the side, unaware of his passionate and loving gaze, as her attention was entirely on his wounds and the doctor’s actions while treating them. Both his arms were grazed, as were his calves and knees. As the sand and dirt were cleaned away, fresh blood oozed out. To Spencer, these were mere scratches, but Summer was genuinely worried about him.

About an hour later, the doctor had treated all of Spencer’s wounds, disinfecting and bandaging where necessary. The doctor also prescribed some medication for him to take home.

Summer carried the medication and helped him into the elevator. “How are you feeling? Any better? Does your foot still hurt?”

“With you by my side, I don’t feel any pain at all,” Spencer said seriously, turning to look at her with deep affection in his eyes.

Summer glanced away without responding. The elevator doors closed, and she pressed the button for the first floor. They had almost been hit earlier, a near-miss that had shaken her deeply. Yet he still had the heart to joke around. Men-are they only honest when they’re hanging on the wall?

But for Spencer, this was his true feeling. As long as Summer was by his side, even if he only had half a life left, he would feel happy.

“Don’t call the director. I can perform normally tomorrow,” Spencer said. He didn’t want to be apart from her; he wanted to see her and hold her, even if it was just in a scene.

She was surprised.

He continued, “As long as my face isn’t hurt, it’s fine.”

“But you have injuries on your body.”

“It doesn’t matter. I can wear long sleeves and pants to cover them up. Besides, it’s a romance drama, not an action film; there aren’t many physical movements.” Spencer was looking forward to their kissing scene tomorrow.

Summer thought for a moment but didn’t insist on calling the director since the drama had already been delayed for various reasons.

“I can do it.”Property of Nô)(velDr(a)ma.Org.

“…”

After leaving the hospital, Summer hailed a cab and helped him into it before sitting beside him. She accompanied him back to his apartment.

During the ride, Spencer wished the car would drive slower so he could spend more time with Summer.

What is love?

Love is probably having that person fill your heart, eyes, and mind. Even if you can’t hug or possess them, just having them by your side brings happiness and peace.

Night had fallen. The sky resembled a giant curtain; the car’s interior was dimly lit. Summer occasionally turned to look at him.

Spencer leaned back slightly with his eyes closed, resting against the seat. His facial features were sharp and clear; his lips seemed to curve upward slightly, and there was a faint smile in his eyes and brows.

Was he smiling?

What was making him happy?

Summer pressed her lips together; perhaps it was just an illusion. She looked away towards the window and watched the scenery blurred by passing vehicles.

In her mind, some images overlapped like illusions… Whenever this happened, she tried to empty her thoughts and let them drift away.

Maybe her memory was coming back… those long-lost memories she had been searching for.

Spencer continued resting with his eyes closed, listening intently to Summer’s breathing. His thoughts drifted back to that afternoon in school…

He sat behind Summer as sunlight streamed through the window, making it hard to keep his eyes open.

She was so beautiful that day-her beauty etched deeply into his heart… He couldn’t help but pass her a note that read: “Summer, I like you. Will you be my girlfriend?”