4

I wandered aimlessly down the street, my body racked with unbearable pain.

In a daze, I seemed to see a sixteen-year-old Xavier Quinn standing before me.

That year, I had just entered high school not long ago.

My parents had tragically died in a car accident without warning, leaving me feeling lost and increasingly withdrawn.

Xavier was our new neighbor, living right next door to me.

His family was not well-off either, with his father running off with another woman, and his mother making a living as a cleaner.

However, he had an optimistic and cheerful nature, always smiling whenever he saw me.

But I had no mood to engage with anyone.

The only thing that brought me a little happiness was going to the back of the school to pick pomegranates.

Under the sunshine, the pomegranates grew large and red.

I still remember that day, it was in the evening.

I had finally managed to climb a tree to reach for a pomegranate, but I ended up falling from the tree.

Surprisingly, I didn't feel th