---- dozen portraits that Thomas had drawn of me when he was still pursuing me. My friend who was majoring in art had teased me then, saying, ''There's not a lick of skill in the execution, but these portraits are overflowing with his feelings for you. I couldn't reproduce his works even if I tried!" These portraits had convinced me that Thomas truly loved me. I scoffed to myself. I carried the box of discarded items and went outside before setting it on fire. Coincidentally, Thomas had sought me out then and stumbled upon the scene. He rushed over and shoved me aside. Not caring about being burned, he thrust his hands into the flames to retrieve the portraits that hadn't completely disintegrated yet. "What are you doing?" he asked, his voice trembling. I wanted to tell him that I didn't want the portraits any longer, but instead I said, "The portraits were eaten by moths." ---- We were always arguing in the past few years. I was exhausted. I didn't want to argue with him anymore. Thomas hesitated for a second before he tossed the portraits he had saved back into the fire. "Mel is terrified of insects. I'll draw new ones for you in the future." "No need." There wasn't going to be a future for us. The flames first grew bigger before shrinking in size. It was eventually extinguished, leaving only a heap of ashes behind. It was reminiscent of my relationship with Thomas. "There are five more days left." After sweeping the ashes into the trash bin, I updated my status on Twitter. I then made my way to the guest room that was located furthest away from the master bedroom to rest. I woke up to a number of notifications. My friends were teasing me over my status, asking me if I was ---- that eager to become Thomas' bride. Thomas had also left a comment that read, "I'm also looking forward to the day you walk toward me in your wedding dress." He was the biggest cheater in the world when it came to love! I was already exhausted by his antics, and yet he still wanted us to play the role of a couple that was madly in love with each other. Unfortunately for him, Ino longer had the energy to keep up the farce. I didn't reply to any of the comments and instead went downstairs to freshen up. When we were having breakfast, Thomas asked, " Ally, did you make an appointment for us to register our marriage today?" I did indeed make an appointment to get our marriage registration this afternoon. However, I no longer wanted to get it. Discover our latest featured short drama reel. Watch now and enjoy the story!