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?"

turning her head to Rufus. Her sudden question caught

father. No one in

dropped her gaze as a sad

left out her father's name, because there was something else she wanted to hear

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

like a sister to me. I will protect

waves of grief flow from

word 'sister, ' knowing full well what it would

kindness. It was the only thing he could give her now that his heart belonged to

Amanda's expression. For the past days, she had been uneasy, scared, and lost, but

along. "Can I call you 'brother'

prominent even in the darkness of the car. Her heart quickened as she took in

"Sure."

mind, her calling him 'brother' was an unspoken agreement—Amanda wouldn't be trying to go back to the time when they were

true, but it was a necessary setback. There was more to the word 'brother' than met the ears. Even as it put distance between them, it left no room for questions or excuses if she asked him to stay with her as

back of her mind. Amanda shivered at the image

watchful eyes that followed her every movement. She knew it was absurd, but she could not shake off the feeling

be living an extravagant life, with wine and

had met him

had Arthur send a message, saying that he missed her very much. She felt her throat lurch even with the sweetness of the

crawled at

demanded everything from her. Not even murder could shake his composure.

only thing that made him decide was whether he wanted something or not. He would get whatever

even abandoned her like a piece of