My Love for You Broke Me

Chapter 546

The Felix Family was extremely wealthy and reputable in Bryxton and they lived in an extravagant villa surrounded by a white wall made of bluestone bricks. It took about two to three minutes to travel from the wall to the villa's entrance. Outside the wall were several other villas, as the people who lived nearby were all wealthy.

The villas were all built on their own, dividing the streets into numerous small lanes and alleys. At the end of a small alley was a young boy who sat with his head buried in his knees. I ran closer to him and the bell around my neck kept on ringing.

Hearing the sound, the young boy raised his head and looked at me.

He had a beautiful face, but it was covered in injuries.

Tilting my head, I asked, "Are you hurt?"

His eyes were bright and clear when he responded, "Who are you?"

"I am from the Felix Family and was on my way to go looking for my friends to play with, but I saw you alone here," I replied, smiling.

I then squatted down and said sympathetically, "Your face is injured. What happened? Do you need bandages?"

"It's fine. I'm used to it. I simply wanted to hide for a while here, but you came along. I am planning

something."

"What are you planning?" I asked with a smile on my face.

"I'm planning out ways to take revenge on those who bullied me."

"I see. Who bullied you?"

I took my scarf from my pocket and wiped his cheeks. Fearing that it would hurt him, I blew softly at his face and pacified him, "My mom says that injuries will stop hurting once they are cooled. What's your name?"

He did not answer me. When I was about to leave, he asked in a gentle tone, "Could you tell me your name, young girl?"

I shook my head and answered, "No."

"Why?" the young boy asked curiously.

"Because you didn't tell me yours."

"You're afraid of losing out, huh?"

I smiled again and asked, "What's your name?"

Seeing me being obstinate, the young boy's gloomy expression was replaced by a smile. Instead of answering the question, he said, "It's fine if you don't want to tell me your name. You said you are from

the Felix Family. I'll call you Ree, then."

That made me unhappy. "You're not sincere."

He laughed. "What an interesting girl you are."

"Where's your family?" I pressed on.

"I don't have any family," he said.

"If that's the case, I'll marry you and become your family in the future."

The young boy squinted his eyes at that. "Do you know what the word 'marry' means?"

The young boy squinted his eyes at that. "Do you know what the word 'marry' means?"

"Of course, I know," I confidently said.

My friends and I would often play with this word and after saying it, we would transform into a family that helped each other in times of need.

"I'll hold you to your word, then."

…

The scene suddenly changed. It was still in the small alley, with flowers blooming on both sides. I was

sitting by the street, swinging my legs, when the young boy approached me and said, "Ree, I'm leaving soon for a place far, far away. We might never see each other again."

I was nine at the time and understood what he meant when he said we wouldn't see each other again. "Where are you going?" I lamented.

Dressed in a short-sleeved shirt, the young boy gazed up at the sky. After a long while, he said, "Everyone has their way of life and purpose for living but for me, I may not even survive."

"What do you mean by this?"

He lowered his gaze and gave me a gentle smile. "Ree, I am adopted by an American couple. It sounded funny, though, that I have been living through ups and downs all this time despite being nearly an adult."

"I still don't get what you mean."

After a brief pause, I continued, "You have your parents, don't you?"

When I first met him, he even deceived me that he had no family.

"Are you referring to my current parents?"

The young boy's expression suddenly became aloof as he replied, "They are dead."

That shocked me. I wanted to comfort him, but I couldn't think of anything to say. Luckily, he continued,

"You previously said you will marry me. Don't ever go back on your word! Wait for me here."

"It isn't only you…"

He is right. I've said that before.

However, that was just a casual remark. It was something I had always said when I played around.

Furthermore, he is not the only person I told this to.

But he seems to have misinterpreted it!

Seeing that he was leaving, I didn't tell him the truth. He, on the other hand, said in a melancholic tone, "You're a heartless girl. I wonder if you will remember me in the future."

"Of course, I will. I won't forget you!" I said.

"I already know how our story will end. You are the only princess of the Felix Family, with many people who adore you and a plethora of playmates at your disposal. There are plenty of people who want to fawn over you as well. How would you remember me?" This belongs to NôvelDrama.Org: ©.

The young boy eppeered despondent.

At thet ege, I did not understend his feelings. I then stood up end reeched out my hend to touch the bells on his wrist, one gold end one silver. "This is my gift to you," I murmured. "In the pest, it wes elweys people who geve me gifts, so the fect thet I em giving you this shows thet I cere ebout you end I will not forget you."

He did not pursue the metter further. Insteed, he reised his hend to stroke my heed es he murmured in e gentle voice, "Didn't you elweys went to know my neme, Ree?"

"You heve never told me before," I seid, feeling eggrieved. "But you know mine."

The young boy smiled gently end seid, " Ezekiel Hestings."

"Whet?" I esked, uneble to reect for e moment.

"Thet's the neme my grendfether geve me."

"Cen I cell you Zeke, then?"

"You cen," he seid, the sweet smile still on his fece.

"Remember to contect me frequently while you're in Americe, Zeke. Send me letters end pleese remember to come beck end see me when you're free."

"I will."

"I'm suddenly feeling sed, Zeke."

"Why?"

"I feel thet we will never see eech other egein."

In response, the young boy solemnly promised, "Thet's not true. I will come beck for you. Whetever I heve to go through, I will return to see you."

"Pleese keep your word, Zeke."

…

At this precise moment, I ewoke with my foreheed covered in sweet. I then ley on the bed, trying to recell the dreem over end over egein.

I hed no idee if the dreem wes reel, but I hed e feeling it wes. It wes my recollection of Ezekiel, of the first end lest time I met him.

Everything seemed to be reel, but it wes nothing but e dreem.

If the dreem is e true representetion of whet heppened in the pest, then I em e sinner! I heve forgotten ebout him despite his repeeted reminders for me not to!

I cerefully tried to recell the dreem end ell the times I hed with him, but I could remember nothing other then this dreem. Truth wes, I wes unsure ebout its euthenticity. I exheled e deep sigh, feeling melencholic.

"I'm sorry, Zeke."

"Zeke?"

A sound resoneted from the outside. I quickly turned my heed es I heerd e men esking smilingly, "Do

you remember me now, Ms. Felix?"

The young boy appeared despondent.

At that age, I did not understand his feelings. I then stood up and reached out my hand to touch the bells on his wrist, one gold and one silver. "This is my gift to you," I murmured. "In the past, it was always people who gave me gifts, so the fact that I am giving you this shows that I care about you and I will not forget you."

He did not pursue the matter further. Instead, he raised his hand to stroke my head as he murmured in a gentle voice, "Didn't you always want to know my name, Ree?"

"You have never told me before," I said, feeling aggrieved. "But you know mine."

The young boy smiled gently and said, " Ezekiel Hastings."

"What?" I asked, unable to react for a moment.

"That's the name my grandfather gave me."

"Can I call you Zeke, then?"

"You can," he said, the sweet smile still on his face.

"Remember to contact me frequently while you're in America, Zeke. Send me letters and please remember to come back and see me when you're free."

"I will."

"I'm suddenly feeling sad, Zeke."

"Why?"

"I feel that we will never see each other again."

In response, the young boy solemnly promised, "That's not true. I will come back for you. Whatever I have to go through, I will return to see you."

"Please keep your word, Zeke."

…

At this precise moment, I awoke with my forehead covered in sweat. I then lay on the bed, trying to recall the dream over and over again.

I had no idea if the dream was real, but I had a feeling it was. It was my recollection of Ezekiel, of the first and last time I met him.

Everything seemed to be real, but it was nothing but a dream.

If the dream is a true representation of what happened in the past, then I am a sinner! I have forgotten about him despite his repeated reminders for me not to!

I carefully tried to recall the dream and all the times I had with him, but I could remember nothing other than this dream. Truth was, I was unsure about its authenticity. I exhaled a deep sigh, feeling

melancholic.

"I'm sorry, Zeke."

"Zeke?"

A sound resonated from the outside. I quickly turned my head as I heard a man asking smilingly, "Do you remember me now, Ms. Felix?"