The morning light rendered his face particularly gentle, highlighting the nails marks on his neck.
My mind gradually went blank...
After dawn...
Spencer made breakfast as usual and picked me up from the bed to kiss me.
"Jessa, are you tired from last night? Get up and have breakfast."
I deliberately put my arms around his neck and said coquettishly, "Honey, I don't want to have breakfast. I want to sleep."
Instead of forcing me, Spencer said gently, "Then remember to eat later. I'll go to work first."
"Goodbye, honey."
When he got up, I wrapped my arms around his neck again, saying, "Honey, you didn't seem to say that you love me today."
He smiled and rubbed the top of my head, saying, "Jessa, I love you."
I had known Spencer since I was young.
Spencer's parents died in a car accident when he was ten years old. It just so happened that my mother was handling the case. Seeing that he was pitiful, she brought him home as her godson.
Spencer, who was six years older than me, had doted on me since I was a child.
Although we are not siblings, we were much closer.
Unfortunately, we didn't live a happy life for long.
Six years ago, something happened to my parents when they were at work. They both died.