Chapter 8 - Promise

- "Victor! I can do it myself, don't help me," Emilia said, pushing away the boy's firm hand.

- "You don't need to try to do it yourself, Amy, you know that I will always be happy to help you." - ignoring the girl's refusals, I picked her up, helped her sit on the bed.

Usually when she addresses me by name, it means the girl is a little angry.

Taking out of the closet a white blouse and a long black, wedge-shaped skirt. I started helping her take off her clothes.

Looking at her weak body with thin arms, I couldn't hide the gloom in her eyes. Every time I had to help Emilia, I was shaken every time by why fate had prepared such a bright bright girl like her to be born with a weak body.

While Victor stood frozen in one place, the girl who was looking at him noticed his darkened eyes. Smiling softly and raising her hand, she touched his face with her small palm and said, "Brother.. It's all right.. You don't have to worry so much about me. "

"You won't be able to take care of me forever, sooner or later, we'll go our separate ways. As Emilia spoke, her voice became softer and softer: "Someday you will get married and you will have your own worries. I will be glad even if you visit me a little during this time."

It would seem that her gentle words should have calmed me down. With each word spoken, a strong anger began to rise from the depths of consciousness.

* Sigh* *Exhale*

Closing my eyes for a while to calm down, I opened them again and looked at the girl with an empty look.

I know what it's like to be born incomplete. It's a feeling when you're not like the others. Every time someone tells you that you are no different from others, it was a strong blow for this person.

In the 21st century, people talked about equality. About justice for different ethnic groups, women, etc. But has anyone ever talked about people with disabilities?

But if you compare a person who was born disabled and a healthy person, do you think they will be equal?!

One can do whatever he wants, the other, because of his circumstances, cannot fulfill his dream, no matter how he strays. And this is called equality? This fucking equality just goes fuck itself!

- "Amy... I promise... Until I see you in a wedding dress, I will always be by your side." - I said, squeezing her small palm in mine and bringing it to my lips, gently kissed: - "Remember.. I will be happy only when you are happy."

The girl who was looking at Victor now couldn't help but cry. Streaks of transparent tears appeared on her pale cheeks. She doesn't even remember the last time she cried. But hearing his brother's words and the way he looked at her and spoke, made her heart tremble uncontrollably.

It would seem a few words, and the atmosphere in the room became a little quiet.

Raising his hand and wiping the girl's tears, Victor looked at her and said: "Even when you cry, you look amazing, do you know that?"

Hearing such a compliment, the girl involuntarily laughed.

Noticing that the girl was smiling, I felt relieved.

Next time I need to restrain my emotions as much as possible so as not to inadvertently blurt out too much. Although these words were from the heart, but I definitely did not want to bring Emilia to tears.

- "Brother! Tsk. Can you stop embarrassing me?!" the girl said, rubbing her reddened eyes and smiled brightly.

"No, I won't stop, you really are such a beauty. I wonder if your parents were fairies?"

Under the joyful atmosphere, the couple began to gather for a walk.

When they were already at the front door, a mature female voice spoke behind them.

"Where are you going?" Elizabeth Johnson asked without looking up from the newspaper in her hands.

"My brother and I are going to take a walk around the city." Emilia said, turning her head to the woman.

After not hearing an answer for a while, the couple went out and went downstairs.

...

The streets of Birmingham were busy. A few parked cars could be seen here and there. Someone went for a walk with his family, and someone was still working that day.

- "Where are we going?" Victor asked, looking at the girl. His long black hair was tied up in a man's bun. Dressed in a white shirt that was rolled up to the elbow and black trousers, gave him a casual charm.

- "Let me think..." - putting her finger on her lips, Emilia thought for a second, and then turned to Victor and answered: "We can go to the library!"

- "Good idea" - nodding, the boy pushed the stroller.

...

After a while, they found themselves in front of a small building. It was an office. But if you looked inside, you could see long shelves with books.

They opened the door and headed for the shelves.

Looking through them, I involuntarily paid attention to the books. In my previous life, I was a fan of reading a book in my spare time. Because of this, at my house, you could notice an uncountable number of books that were on the shelves.

Sometimes, immersed in reading, one could completely forget the passage of time.

After selecting a few books, we headed to the reading area.

After putting the books on the table, I handed a few that Emilia had chosen to her, and the ones that I had chosen, I put next to myself. When I decided to look around a bit, I involuntarily hesitated and focused on one face.

A young girl was sitting in the far corner of the room. She quietly flipped through the pages, while her gaze never left the book.

- "Ada Shelby," - muttering to myself, I opened the book and began to read.

It was strange to see a rebellious girl from this family in the library. Even her appearance is not much different from what was shown in the series, except that she was much younger.