What Xavier knew were all the things he witnessed alone and the things he heard that day. Apart from that were still fragments and puzzle pieces he was trying to solve.
"That's enough; it's late," Xavier said, standing up. "Go back to your room. Tomorrow will be a long day."
The story Xavier told her was something he didn't usually share with anyone. Especially not to someone he didn't know. But she was interesting enough and interested enough to hear the story. Remembering his parents was hard. He was with them for a hundred and twenty years. They faced many tragedies together, inflations, recessions, and vampire problems. A hundred and twenty years was something he couldn't just let go of. He was afraid that he might forget all the details about them, but somehow, he happily remembered
