Kiss me tender novel Chapter 69

It was totally out of Melissa's expectation that there was such a secret room in Colin's house. Maybe it was what he was thinking about and that was why it was known as a forbidden area. So no one was allowed to disturb him.

This was just the room he and Avril shared. There were many things remembering Avril, such as the pictures of her on the wall, which included from her childhood to her images lying on the bed before her death.

It must have cost Colin a lot of time to get Avril's photos. At every year, he got almost all the photos related to Avril, such as her photos alone, her photos with her classmates, her photos taken when she performed dance and so on. He collected all her photos and developed them into numerous pictures which covered the whole wall and even every corner of the room. As soon as Melissa entered, she felt that she was in Avril's world, overwhelmingly.

While Avril smiled so beautifully on almost every photo, making people know that she was a beautiful woman when she was alive. With fair skin and bright smiles, she got two shallow dimples on her lips. A light smile made her look fresh and comfortable. In a word, she looked like a woman who came from fairy land.

Avril did look like her somewhat. They looked like sisters. But they had different faces no matter how they looked like each other. So when she saw Avril's photo, Melissa felt a little familiar. But after she looked at it carefully, she still recognized that the woman in the photo was not her, but Avril who looked a bit like her.

At that moment, Melissa's heart seemed to have been hit hard, because she knew how much a man loved a woman. That was why he had spent so much time looking for all the pictures of that woman, keeping and recording every detail of her growth. Colin had kept Avril's photo for eight years. It had been eight years. He was the only one who could get close to here, so what else could she say? The result was self-evident. No wonder that man refused to accept her love confession and then cowardly left. Because even if he liked her, it was not as much as his love for Avril!

In addition to Avril's photo, there were also some precious things in the room, such as the violin, the doorbell used for dancing, some old women books, the laptop, the clothes, the shoes, and even a small comb as well as a clip. And all were all hidden by Colin. In this closely hugged room, it seemed as if Avril was still alive and lived here. After Avril left, Colin painfully lived in there. He could only miss her smell and her people relying on these things every day.

At the same time, a thick stack of notebook caught Melissa's attention. She took a glance at it and found that it wasn't Avril's diary, but Colin's.

There was a sentence like that: It was sunny and cloudless on April 8.

Today was the anniversary of Avril's death. She was gone for eight years. Sometimes I almost couldn't feel the pass of time. Only on the day of her anniversary every year, did I clearly feel that my age was increasing. She was getting farther and farther away from me. Although I only counted the number of one to eight, it was a long time for me. During the past eight years, I had been missing her almost every year. I often paralyzed myself with alcohol and decadence, paralyzing myself and forgetting the pain of her leaving. I couldn't give up on her. She was just like a part of my blood and became my life and soul. So as long as I was alive, I would think of her. This pain was irreparable. Even if I changed another woman and found many women who looked like her to seek comfort, I could not offset the pain of her death.

Today, I went to her tomb and bought her favorite lily. Avril was always so clean. She didn't like red things, so she didn't like rose but lily. I sent her a large bunch of lily and saw the faded photo on her tombstone. Her face was fading away under the wind, rain and snow, but she still left a deep impression on my mind.

I caressed her photo and sat beside her. At this moment, there were no tears and I couldn't think of anyone else. So I worked the whole day by the side of her graveyard. I took a bottle of wine to toast her and usually talked to her intermittently, revealing all the tears we had met this year and the pain we missed her. In the end, I felt time was quiet, as if only she and I were left alone.

Avril, you knew what? Even if you refused to admit that I was your lover, you couldn't deny that I was the one who loved you most in the world. In the years after you died, who could remember you? Your husband? He had immigrated to America and married as well as had a pair of children. Only I still remembered you and remembered you all the time. Look, who sent you flowers? Who had been keeping your belongings? Who visited you every year? Who kept vegetables for you? Who only ate vegetarian food on that day? Only Colin. No matter how hard you try to commit, I'll always love you the most. You'll regret if you let me go.

Because I'm the only one who loves you so much and only loves you forever Forever……