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."

at him doubtfully.

remember that I have suffered from pneumonia and I have been to many hospitals. I have taken a lot of medicines and tried many ways to cure it. I had been weak and sick since I was 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

There was such a period in his memory, but not

the servant sent by 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

was burning little by little, he continued, "At that time, I felt the world was dark and really gave up on

found a broken short wall in the backyard

it had been repaired for a long time. It did not have soundproofing and could only

the wall was another house. It was said to be a

past two in the afternoon

beautiful, and it was the only comfort to him in his distressed world

there under the blanket and was in

thought that the person who played the violin knew he was

side of the

stayed in

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

playing. He

day, I finally knew the person who played the piano

pressed the cigarette butt in his hand and spread it

autumn afternoon twelve years ago. The sound of the violin was melodious, and under the tall sycamore tree, his legs were covered by a blanket. As a gust of wind blew,

and a soft female voice

there?"

they became close and

before, but he knew her

the only light in his grey

fled away when the

pool outside the

to go

and found the