With You For the Rest of My Life

"What do you mean?" Asked Burke.

"Nothing. I am just, "said Xavier, wiping the sweat on his face." I am just afraid that you will be partial to that Amanda. "

The look on Burke's face turned cold.

"Look, every time we talk about Amanda, we are in a bad mood." Xavier said with a bitter smile. "What's so good about her that makes you defend her like this. Do you really love her so much? "

"It's none of your business."

After Burke finished his words, he no longer spoke. Xavier snorted slightly, turned his head and drank silently.

A few minutes later, when Xavier thought that he could not get the answer of Burke, he finally heard him speak.

"Xavier, I don't Love Amy."

He was sure about the short message. After hearing that, Xavier turned to look at him in a daze.

"Everyone thinks that I love her, even you and Rose, but I know clearly that I don't love her at all." He looked straight ahead with an indifferent expression as if he was talking about something ordinary.

He might have tried to love her, but he couldn't.

He had always been clear headed and could not deceive himself.

"Then why do you protect her, provide her with food, shelter and pay off her mother's debt? "Xavier said the doubts in his heart, observing him with his eyes.

Burke took out a pack of cigarettes from the car drawer, his left hand groping in the drawer. After a while, he lifted his head and said to Xavier, "Help me lit up the cigarette?"

Xavier took out the lighter from his trouser pocket. The flame rose from the metal case with a click. In a slightly dark car, Burke was holding a cigarette between his fingers. He turned his head and saw the flame roll up the end of the cigarette. His face was cold.

He sat back on the seat and took a deep breath. The smoke rose before him and filled his eyes.

"Amy, she saved me before."

Xavier looked at him doubtfully.

been to many hospitals. I have taken a lot of medicines and tried many ways to cure it. I had been weak and sick since I was a child. At that time, I

Asked Xavier. There was such a period in his memory, but not

was only allowed to take a walk in the small garden in the yard and bask in the sun. At that time, I really thought that I was a sick one. Sometimes, when I looked into the mirror and saw the person

continued, "At that time, I felt the world

in the backyard of the house where he

wall was broken slightly because it had been repaired for a long

wall was another house. It was said to be a local's

come to the villa. It was at half past two in the afternoon when

the only comfort to him in his distressed world at that

the backyard. He lied there

that the person who played the violin knew he

the other side of the wall and maintained silent

ill and stayed in the hospital for

heard the music again, it was on the afternoon of the day he was discharged from the hospital.

was still playing. He

finally knew the person who

the cigarette butt in his hand and

the autumn afternoon twelve years ago. The sound of the violin was melodious, and under the tall sycamore tree, his legs were covered by a blanket. As a gust of wind blew, the shadow

soft female voice sounded behind them.

there?" She asked.

they became close

before, but he knew her name

was the only light in his grey world.

health gradually recovered and fled away when the servant wasn't looking

pool outside the

liked to go to the

it in mind and found the