He used to hate her

I can't argue with him. It will hurt him to talk with his parents when he doesn't even remember them.

" I'm sorry, Mrs Stevens. Xander's not ready to have any conversation with anyone." I told her and she understood me.

" Why did you do that? You should try to talk with people who know you well. It may help you bring your memories back." I advised him after hanging up on his mom.

" I thought you understand me. They aren't even in the hospital. I can't talk over the phone with my so-called parents who I can't remember. I don't even remember their faces. Can you feel how hard it is?" He said emotionally.

" I get it. I really do. It's just they are worried about you and you are talking with me. Likewise, you could do the same to your mom."

" I'm talking with you because you are the one who's been with me from the minute I woke up. Till now, no one's here for me. If I have to talk, it should only work when it's face to face. Please, let's not talk more about it." He said without letting me reply to his words.

The rest of the day went boring. We both got nothing to do. I went to visit Sofia and when I'm back he's still in the room doing nothing.

" You hate to be like this, right?" I asked, looking at his bandage on his arms.

" Two weeks is way too long and going to feel like I'm in hell."

" Where did you gone?" He added.

" To see my roommate..."

I know about you

can be filled with any worse words than hell. That's how it has been all these years and I

some issues with being a waitress. I have to do everything for myself cause my dad is a drunk addict and my mom became a psycho. They got this

took my hand and

For what? I don't tell you so you could feel sad for me. And I haven't told it

it all,

once. The only time I shared my life is with Sofia and Veronica. She knows my past and still did something bad to me. From that day, I wasn't ready to get close to anyone. I couldn't be close with Xander too.

I don't want to recollect my memories right now." I said, slipping my hand

I have been there for him every day. Talking with him, eating with him, giving him tablets at the right time. I have never spent this

are far away in different countries, they aren't ready to travel all these ways to see him. But he got way too

to the hospital. I looked at the window to see what's Xander doing. It's not sleeping or sitting simply but talking to someone with a phone. My phone. I left it here

him. He hangs up, right when he

anyone. Now, who is it? Who you are calling

I really don't want to talk with anyone who

phone from him and saw

Henry. Even if you want to talk with him, you should have asked me. Why do you have to talk behind my back?"

do for you. And I didn't know

there for me?" I gave a perplexed