With You For the Rest of My Life

"What do you mean?" Asked Burke.

"Nothing. I am just, "said Xavier, wiping the sweat on his face." I am just afraid that you will be partial to that Amanda. "

The look on Burke's face turned cold.

"Look, every time we talk about Amanda, we are in a bad mood." Xavier said with a bitter smile. "What's so good about her that makes you defend her like this. Do you really love her so much? "

"It's none of your business."

After Burke finished his words, he no longer spoke. Xavier snorted slightly, turned his head and drank silently.

A few minutes later, when Xavier thought that he could not get the answer of Burke, he finally heard him speak.

"Xavier, I don't Love Amy."

He was sure about the short message. After hearing that, Xavier turned to look at him in a daze.

"Everyone thinks that I love her, even you and Rose, but I know clearly that I don't love her at all." He looked straight ahead with an indifferent expression as if he was talking about something ordinary.

He might have tried to love her, but he couldn't.

He had always been clear headed and could not deceive himself.

"Then why do you protect her, provide her with food, shelter and pay off her mother's debt? "Xavier said the doubts in his heart, observing him with his eyes.

Burke took out a pack of cigarettes from the car drawer, his left hand groping in the drawer. After a while, he lifted his head and said to Xavier, "Help me lit up the cigarette?"

Xavier took out the lighter from his trouser pocket. The flame rose from the metal case with a click. In a slightly dark car, Burke was holding a cigarette between his fingers. He turned his head and saw the flame roll up the end of the cigarette. His face was cold.

He sat back on the seat and took a deep breath. The smoke rose before him and filled his eyes.

"Amy, she saved me before."

looked at

a child. At that time, I just recovered from a serious illness, and my body was still weak. It's not proper to have a rest with so much noise in the big city. My father told the servant to take me to the farm

was such

my father do not allow me to go out. I was only allowed to take a walk in the small garden in the yard and bask in the sun. At that time, I really thought that I was a sick one. Sometimes, when I looked into the mirror and saw the person with pale face, I would think

the cigarette was burning little by little, he continued, "At that time, I felt

broken short wall in the backyard of the house where he lived.

broken slightly because it had been repaired for a long time. It did not have soundproofing and could only block people's

house. It was said to be

half past two

it was the only comfort to him

prepare a blanket and chair for him in the backyard. He lied there under the blanket and was in no hurry to be the listener of the harp every afternoon.

thought that the person who played the

of the wall and maintained silent

he fell ill and stayed in the

the day he was discharged from the hospital. He insisted on running into the

still playing. He was relieved.

the person who played

cigarette butt in his hand and spread it out. The palm of his

tall sycamore tree, his legs were covered by a

gradually stopped, and a soft female voice sounded behind

there?" She asked.

then on, they became close and

her before, but he knew her name was

name, Amy, was the only light in his grey world.

recovered and fled away when the servant wasn't looking

was a pool outside

go to the pool to play when she was

mind and found