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?"

asked, turning her head to Rufus. Her sudden question caught him off-guard, her

you? You have the protection of your father. No one in the world would dare lay a finger on you," he answered.

her gaze as a sad smile fell on

her father's name, because there was something else she wanted to hear from Rufus. Instead, she asked again, "How about

twisting the fabric of her skirt, her knuckles white

a sister to me. I will protect

waves of

knowing full well what it would mean. He was putting

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

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

played along. "Can I call

of the car. Her heart quickened as she took in the sight of

"Sure."

an unspoken agreement—Amanda wouldn't be trying

word 'brother' than met the ears. Even as it

of her mind. Amanda shivered at the image of the man she saw in the hotel.

nightmare, a shadow with watchful eyes that followed her every movement. She knew it was

city? Shouldn't he be living an extravagant life, with wine

had met him twice

She felt her throat lurch even with the sweetness of the words. The walls spun around her and she struggled for air. The next thing she knew, she was

crawled at the memory.

murder could shake his

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

even abandoned her like a piece of rubbish.