Chapter Thirty Three

XAVIER.

I stormed out of the dining room angrily, it bothers me that everything she does reminds me of her. The way she acts, the way she talks, her long hair and those lips. Everything reminds me of her and I don’t like it, I can’t think of other woman when I made a promise to her before her demise and today for instance, she prepared food that taste the way as Charlotte's. Oh god, I’m losing it, I’m definitely losing it. I sat on my bed holding my head and I gaze met the picture on the lamp stand, I picked it up and stared at it. It was a picture of Charlie and me on our honeymoon, the third day think, and I stared at her face, the beautiful smile and eyes filled with love. Why can’t I get over you? I’ve missed you so much, why did you leave me, huh? I rubbed my hand in the picture.

“You are thinking about her again.” I heard mum’s voice and I raised my head from the picture. I didn’t know when she came in.

“Xavi, you know it has been five years since she left, so why are