The Truth
Chapter 8
The birds were singing, and the sun kissed my face as the curtains flew in the breeze. The cold couldn't touch me because I was lying under a warm blanket and wearing comfortable pajamas and a green shirt.
When I opened my eyes, I noticed Xavier was dressed in a camel wool peacoat, black pants, and a shirt. He was sitting in the chair, his crystal-shiny eyes fixed on me. I was curious about how long he had been staring at me, which creeped me out. I sat against the bed, covering myself with the blanket.
"What are you doing here?" I inquired.
"Where else do I go?" It's my room," he stated.
"For how long do we have to pretend?" I inquired.
"If you don't want to pretend, let's get married," he suggested.
"You think life is a joke; how could you possibly do everything in your opinion?"
"How much do you know about me?" he inquired.
"You don't care about anyone; you're selfish," I raged.