Love is Like Dust Drifting Away

Kendrick's face darkened as he stepped in front of Rebecca, glaring at me fiercely.

This was how it always went. As long as it was something involving Rebecca, Kendrick would automatically assume I was in the wrong.

In the past, I would try my best to explain, hoping he'd understand how I felt.

But this time, I didn't bother. I just shot him a cold glance and turned to leave.

Kendrick wasn't about to let it go and chased after me.

"What's with your attitude? It's bad enough you haven't spoken to me for days, but now you're causing a scene. Come back here and apologize to her!"

Looking at Kendrick, so serious and indignant, I suddenly found this familiar man strangely foreign.

"I haven't spoken to you? Did you even try to send me a single message?"

I stared at him, my face full of mockery.

"Well, I've been busy these past few days... I couldn't find the time," Kendrick blurted out. In the past, whenever he said he was busy or found some excuse, I would always go along with it, foolishly blaming myself.

I let out a cold laugh and tried to shake off his grip, but Kendrick panicked.

"Ally, do you really have to act like this? That dog was with Rebecca for six whole years! How can you have no sympathy?

"And besides, I've already apologized so humbly. What more do you want?"

Kendrick knew that dog had been with Rebecca for six years. As her so-called childhood friend, he knew everything about her.

Seeing that I wasn't moved, Kendrick leaned in close to my ear and whispered, "Just do me this one favor, okay? She's my lifesaver, after all."

Hearing that familiar line, I only felt extremely ridiculous.

I thought to myself, "If you're so grateful to her, then why are you even with me? Why not just marry her instead?"

"Enough. I don't want to hear it anymore," I said coldly, pushing Kendrick away.

"Alisson! Are you serious? How can you be so unreasonable? How many times do I have to tell you? Rebecca is just a friend. How long are you going to keep this up?"

"Kendrick, do you even remember why I'm angry in the first place?"

Kendrick's arrogance suddenly vanished. "Your mom... the hospital?"

I shoved him away impatiently and quickly walked off.

Behind me, Kendrick pulled out his phone and called his dad. "Dad, Ally's mom was admitted to the hospital. Could you reach out to that old friend of yours and get her into the best ward?"

I walked over to the plot I had selected. The staff member was explaining the next steps to me when his phone suddenly rang.

After he hung up, he looked at me apologetically. "I'm very sorry, but I just got a call from my boss. This plot can't be sold for now."

"I already paid the deposit. I'm just waiting to lay my mother to rest, and now you're telling me you can't sell it?" I stared at the salesperson in disbelief. He bowed repeatedly, apologizing.

Just then, I heard Kendrick and Rebecca's voices in the distance.

"Kendrick, everyone says this spot is perfect. If it weren't for your help, I wouldn't know where to bury Bru," Rebecca said.

"Oh, please. It's not a big deal," Kendrick replied.

I turned to look. The two of them were strutting over with smug expressions, but their faces changed the moment they saw me.

"Alisson! Can't you just let it go?"

Kendrick barked. "This is about a small life. Can't you show a little empathy?"

He glanced at me, scolded me harshly, and then turned to the salesperson.

"The plot Mr. Clarkson mentioned is this one, right?" Kendrick pointed to the grave site I stood in front of.

The salesperson hesitated. "This lady has already paid the deposit..."

Hearing this, Kendrick and Rebecca both visibly relaxed.

"Kendrick, we were worried on the way over. But now that we know it's Alisson who paid the deposit, that makes things easier," Rebecca said, smiling brightly, her gaze sweeping over me dismissively.

"Exactly, we're all on the same side here. Now you can relax," Kendrick said.

After saying that, Kendrick turned back to me.

"Why are you in such a hurry to buy a plot? It's rude to buy such a thing for your mother.

"Your mom isn't even dead yet. Forget it. This plot is for Bru."