A Graduation Gift

Rufus and Amanda's earlier exchange came back to her. He sounded so gentle as he reassured her over the phone.

Thoughts began to swirl inside her head. She had been in love with Rufus for so long, and at times, he seemed to be so affectionate.

But it was not only to her. Both she and Amanda occupied a space in his heart.

The clock ticked rhythmically inside the office, the sound creeping thickly through the walls. Cassandra closed her eyes against the piercing pain that came with every heartbeat. When a heart got tired, even love became a burden.

"Amanda, why are you standing there in the cold?"

From afar, Rufus saw Amanda's figure in the doorway, her thin skirt fluttering against the wind.

She was sick, but she still stood in a draught.

Rufus pulled Amanda into the car and drove to the hospital.

"Where does it hurt? Is it your disease?" he asked.

When he found out about her condition, Rufus took it upon himself to learn more about the disease. From what he found out, her condition couldn't be cured; even the latest medical advancements could only control it.

Amanda nodded absentmindedly, her face blank.

"What's wrong? Are you in pain? Hold on. We'll be in the hospital soon."

Rufus felt himself toward Amanda's sorry state. She was lethargic and listless, like a dry leaf swaying in the autumn wind. It was no use denying their history. She was the girl who made him know what love felt like; although they had parted ways, they spent wonderful times together. He would always have a certain fondness for her, and he felt sympathy pour out from him as she suffered severely from an incurable illness.

"Rufus, if someone wants to hurt me, will you protect me?"

to Rufus. Her sudden question caught him off-guard, her eyes boring into

one in the world would

sad smile fell

to hear from Rufus. Instead, she asked

on her lap were now twisting the fabric of her skirt, her knuckles white from the

You're like a sister to me. I

felt waves of grief flow from

linger on the word 'sister, ' knowing full well what it would mean. He was putting

the only thing he could give her now

catch the subtle shifts in Amanda's expression. For the past days, she had been uneasy, scared,

she steeled herself and played along. "Can I call you 'brother'

the darkness of the car. Her heart quickened as she took in the sight of him. At that moment, she could swear with

"Sure."

unspoken agreement—Amanda wouldn't be trying to go back to the time when they

was more to the word 'brother' than met the

suddenly appeared at the back of her mind. Amanda shivered at the image of the man she saw in

watchful eyes that followed her every movement. She knew it was absurd, but she could

extravagant life, with wine and women to fill the hours of his days?

had met him twice in

her throat lurch even with the sweetness of the words. The walls spun

crawled at the

his hateful smile, he had demanded everything from her. Not even murder could shake

semblance of morals. The only thing that made him decide was whether he wanted something or not. He would get

like a piece of rubbish.