LOGINXavier's POV
The ride was short. We were met with a bustling crowd of students as we entered the campus area. Amelia appeared a little anxious, but she kept her balance by sitting upright and feeling relaxed.
"I promised to drop you off in front of the faculty," I said.
“Alright,” she replied softly.
After parking, I heard a voice that was both sharp and confident with an almost invisible intonation. It seemed to dominate any area where I could hear it.
“Xavier?"
I turned slowly. There was no doubt that Raisa would be present. Appearing sharp in a crisp white top that seemed better for teh campus than usual, with shiny heels and sunglasses she pulled back into the room. She had a sharp, but delicate smile.
“I never saw you on campus before."
She questioned, "Isn't this place a little ordinary for you?" with wryness.
With a restless giggle, I contemplated taking my s
Xavier's POVMorning came with gentle light slipping through the curtains. The scent of wet earth lingered from last night’s rain, adding a calm rarely felt in this house. I opened my eyes slowly, feeling the warmth of sunlight on my face—and another kind of warmth beside me. Amelia was still asleep, wrapped in the blanket, her face peaceful.The birds in the trees chirped softly, as if they too were celebrating the stillness of that morning. Amelia was still sitting on the park bench, her fingers playing with the handle of her cup, now gone cold. I watched her from the side, noticing how the sunlight filtered through her messy hair, casting a soft golden hue across the strands.I had never seen her this calm before. Usually, there was something in her eyes—wariness, fear, or the weight of something she was trying to hide. But this morning was different. There was a quiet peace between us, fragile but rea
Xavier's POVAmelia gave a faint, almost broken smile. “You always say that.”“Because it’s what I believe,” I replied softly. “I don’t want you to carry everything by yourself anymore.”She didn’t respond. But this time, Amelia opened the door and stepped inside. I followed, making sure she was all right. The sound of the rain outside faded, replaced by the quiet hum of the air conditioner and the rhythm of our breathing.Amelia sat on the edge of the bed, staring toward the window. The dim light made her skin appear pale, but in her eyes, there was something different—not just exhaustion, but a mixture of surrender and courage.I sat beside her, watching in silence. “You don’t have to be strong tonight,” I said quietly. “If you want to cry, just cry.”She shook her head. “If I start crying, I’m afraid I won’t be abl
Xavier's POV“Xavier…” Amelia's voice was soft, barely audible.“Hm?”“I don’t know where to start.”“Start wherever you can,” I said gently. “I’m here. I’ll listen to everything.”She took a deep breath, then looked out the window. The rain reflected the garden lights, making her face appear dim—like a shadow about to fade away.“I used to think the only way to escape the past was to leave,” she said. “I left home, left him, left everything that made me feel like I couldn’t breathe. But it turns out, running away never really solves anything.”I stayed silent, watching her. Her voice trembled, but she kept speaking, as if she had finally given up fighting herself.“When I married you, I thought I just needed a safe place. I never thought you’d actually care. Because before
Xavier’s POVI shook my head, meeting her gaze. “They’re angry because they care, Amelia. But I’m here. I’m not going anywhere.”Amelia didn’t reply. She just stared at the floor, her lips trembling silently. Under the dimming afternoon light, her face looked fragile — like someone trying to hold the world together while it crumbled over her shoulders.I took a deep breath, searching for the right words — but there were none. Nothing could truly comfort someone who had just been judged by their own family.“I just…” her voice cracked, “…didn’t think Mom would say those things in front of you.”I stepped closer, raising my hand to touch her cheek, but she instinctively stepped back. That small movement hit me like a blade — a distance suddenly formed between us, not out of deceit, but from wounds too deep to hide.“Amelia,&rdquo
Xavier's POVMy eyes shifted back to the letter on the table — the letter that had nearly destroyed everything last night. The paper was faded, the ink slightly smudged at the bottom. Every word was carved deep into my memory — words of regret, fear, and confession she had hidden for so long.I picked it up carefully, reading it once more as if afraid I had missed something.“I don’t want you to drown because of my past.But I can’t pretend anymore.I’m tired.”I closed my eyes and took a long breath. Tired — that word lingered like a weight on my tongue, and I could feel the depth of it. How long had Amelia carried everything alone? And now, after hearing the truth from her this morning, I could only ask myself: how did I not see it sooner?I stood, walked toward the bookshelf, and took out an old photo album that had been tucked away for years. Inside were pictures &m
Xavier’s POVI didn’t sleep that night. Even after turning off the lights, my mind refused to rest. Amelia’s letter still lay on the desk, the ink faint in places where the paper had been folded and stained by tears. Every time my eyes fell on it, a heaviness spread through my chest—a tangled mix of fear and resolve.She hadn’t told me everything yet. But I knew that by morning, everything would change. Whether it would be the end—or the beginning of something new—I couldn’t tell.I stood by the window, staring at the garden bathed in moonlight. The night breeze stirred the rose leaves gently. That was where I’d first seen Amelia smile—faintly, but sincerely. Now, it felt like a lifetime ago.I closed my eyes, trying to steady my breath. But every time I recalled her words, “I’m afraid I’ll destroy you too,” my heart pounded hard.How could she think tha







