---- "Trene..." My heart jolted. It was Simon. In just two years, he had fallen from a proud heir of a wealthy family to a crippled beggar, scraping by near the chapel. It had to be Ryan's doing. I sighed, helpless. After all, we had once been married. I felt sorry for him. But who else could he blame for this downfall? Seeing my swollen belly, Simon struggled forward and whispered tearfully, "If our baby hadn't died, would things be different?" John frowned, ready to shove him aside. I sighed again and pulled John away. "He's already had it rough. Just let it go." We then went inside the chapel and prayed ---- earnestly. When we came down the mountain, we were horrified to find Simon near the steps. He had broken his skull at the foot of the hill. Blood flowed down the steps, a gruesome sight. But I barely glanced at it, feeling nothing inside. John pulled out my favorite candy from his backpack and smiled. "Shall we go home?" I turned my head slightly, smiling as I took his hand. "Let's go home." Sunlight pierced through the clouds, bathing the path ahead in warm light. He held my hand firmly, his steps steady and sure, as if nothing in the world could touch us. The road ahead was still long, but with John by my side, I feared no storm. With him as my safe harbor, I felt my heart bursting with love, ready to face the future. I only wished that time would be kind, so we could ---- watch the seasons change together.