Come With Me

Have you ever experienced such a separation, though not profound, but you can't help worry about it.

"Hi, Rogelio. I'm Michelle. I'm by your side."

Rogelio's eyes were closed, just like what he had been before.

The tightly closed eyes opened again, like a conditioned reflex.

"Rogelio, Rogelio, can you hear me? If you can, just wink at me, okay? "

Without moving or responding, Rogelio still stared at the ceiling.

"Rogelio, I'm really grateful that you opened your eyes for me. I'm not in a hurry. I'm willing to wait for you to regain your consciousness. When you get better, we do a lot of things together. We read books together, watch movies together, listen to songs together, go for a walk together, and go to many places together. Our footprints are left everywhere. What do you think? "

Rogelio's hand suddenly twitched. I held it in his hand and rubbed it with my fingers. "Don't worry. You'll be fine soon, very soon."

No one would think that I would have some feelings for such a person as Rogelio, but I just couldn't explain and didn't want to give up.

Maybe out of sympathy, or out of concern, or of guilt for letting him lose "Michelle" again.

That night, I read a few more love letters for Rogelio. I kept reading the letters until he closed his eyes again.

I fell asleep on the bedside of Rogelio.

The dawn was coming.

I took a last look at the small world where I had been living in. It was clean, bright, beautiful, warm and most importantly, accompanied by someone.

I leaned down, for the first and last time, to give the sleeping Rogelio a hug.

"Since you got sick, I haven't told you. I love you."

I got up and looked at Rogelio on the bed with guilt.

I said to Rogelio silently in my heart, 'sorry to wake you up, but I can only accompany you to here. Please forgive me. I hope you can be strong and be good with the person you love."

I walked out of Rogelio's room quietly with the simple suitcase I had when I came here.

and

in the

keep that

of Rogelio

are sure to be more careful with Mr. Rogelio than you are." Mr. Rogelio has recovered because

You are

you're really leaving. How dare

my eyes because of her stare at me. I have

me to tangle with them, let alone to be sneered at by them.

and walked out of

"Wait!"

called me and looked around me, her eyes fixed on the luggage in my hand.

want to leave before everyone wakes up? Are those lost items in this

eyes, full of anger, "Maria, please speak

raised her chin. "As the steward, what I said is

I don't have anything in my luggage, you must

"What if you did?"

police myself and

Nancy's voice suddenly sounded in the second floor. "Forget it. Maria, let her go. She is not a thief. Don't say this again

"But Mrs. Nancy..."

her sentence, she was frightened by the eyes of Mrs.

Mrs. Nancy standing by the side of my hand on the second floor. The look in her eyes at that moment was the

contained the comfort for

poor, I had my own stubbornness.

and then I took

were only a few old clothes

have you seen it clearly? There's not even

pretending that she

"Apologize to me."

but she soon acted as if she

"Apologize to me."

didn't open her