Burning Fire ✔️

Chapter twenty six

Unknown p.o.v (Xavier)

"What is it now?" Sarah put down her fork and analyzed me with her amber eyes.

Silence!

That is everything they would get from me.

"Show me a picture of Rose," she mentioned the only thing they could break my silence, my heart and everything of mine and I would welcome her chaos every time. "What if you show me a picture of her daughter?"

Now, I genuinely smiled.

"I don't have any pictures of Annabelle," my words surprised her.

"What? Why?"

"I could describe her for you," her interest peaked. "As they have told me, she is stubborn, extremely talented in music and guns and can't keep herself from racing!"

"It sounds like you were describing yourself. Aside from the talent in music, of course! She definitely got that from Rose," she smiled thoughtfully.

"Do you remember Alex?" I asked changing the subject to what was really getting to my head.

"The one that worked with you when you started all of this?" she gestured to the building we were in and I nodded. "Of course I remember him! Why are you asking?"

"He's about to come back!" I remembered the phone call I had with him when some shooting happened. "Some demons are trying to crawl their way from hell,"

"Does he know that?" She drank some apple juice.

"He will know in a matter of weeks," I downed my bourbon.

"Congrats on getting your drinking buddy back!" she raised her glass as I filled mine.

"I wish he wasn't returning in such circumstances!" I touched my glass with hers.

But wishes were for fools who were too afraid to work. I was a fool who believed that Rose had not forgotten me, besides our last encounter. My heart begged for her to be its owner. My soul demanded to mend with hers. My mind wanted her mind to be flooded with thoughts about me, about us. My eyes were crying to see hers one more time, to see her daughter. My arms ached to hug them for eternity. I was a fool for her and everything she had.

My only rose in a field full of daisies!