Come With Me

When the elevator door opened at the fifteenth floor, I saw Rosie.
The moment Rosie saw me, she let out a sigh and lowered her eyelids.
"Where is Rogelio? Can I see him? I promise I won't get close to you. "
Clenching her fists and biting her lips, Rosie asked hesitantly, "Do you really want to see him?"
At that time, I was sure of that. I didn't know that until I came here, I was eager to see him.
Rosie took a deep breath and let me followed her.
Rosie then went into the elevator.
"Isn't Rogelio in the ward?"
"He is in the rehabilitation room downstairs."
I followed Rosie nervously and excitedly. Finally, Rosie stopped and pointed at a room with a big glass window in front of her.
"Look, he is there."
Rosie didn't move. I walked towards the window.
Through the window, a tall figure was slowly walking by holding the instruments.
I haven't seen Rogelio standing before, but I recognized him at the first sight. His height and figure are similar to that of Robbie.
He seemed to struggle with every step, but he tried hard and refused to stop.
My tears fell on my raised lips.
I'm really glad to see Rogelio stand up. I'm glad that he wasn't defeated.
I was quietly watching beside the window with satisfaction.
A strange and familiar woman came into my sight.
She walked to Rogelio with a towel and gently wiped Rogelio's forehead.

Rogelio turned to look at the woman. It was the first time that I had seen a smile on Rogelio's face.
So bright, so dazzling, and so happy.
It turns out that Rogelio has a bigger smile than I thought.
He was staring at that woman's face. He was so lively that it couldn't find any trace of passing out on his face.
When the woman turned around, I was stunned.
She was sexy, fashionable, and I could feel the unique temperament of her without approaching.
More importantly, it was Amy, the woman who always appeared in entertainment news on the Internet.
Amy seemed to realize that someone was looking at her through the window. I dodged and ran towards the direction where I
came.
I thought I was running away from my promise of making a clean break with Rogelio, but till now I am still unwilling to admit that I
was just escaping from being self-abased.
I could not reach the level of Amy all my life.
Rosie followed me into the elevator.
"When my brother's consciousness is confused, he could only say one word: Michelle. My mother said that as long as my
brother could get better, she would not care about what happened in the past. Moreover, the background of Michelle and her
present status are in line with the standards of daughter-in-law of the Luo family. As long as she can stay by my brother's side
and help him to get better in the future, she can forget what happened in the past year or pretend nothing has happened."
"Is Amy Michelle?"
"Yes, Amy is her another name as an actress. Many people call her Amy now, and few people call her Michelle."
With a trace of sadness in Rosie's eyes, she held my hand and walked out of the elevator. We stood in the hall on the first floor
of the hospital.
"Jasmine, I know it's not fair to you. I know that my brother's recovery has nothing to do with the bad Michelle. But my mother..."

I know I don't have the right to be sad. I forced a smile.
"No, Rosie. It was Michelle who saved Rogelio. If Rogelio didn't have Michelle in his heart, how could I wake him up? The person
who really wakes up your brother is not me, but Michelle. Aunt was right. Didn't you see the light in Rogelio's eyes? He was so
happy to see Michelle!"
I pursed my lips hard and took Rosie's hands in my hands. "I came here today just to have a look at Rogelio and see how he is
doing. After all, I have taken care of him for a long time, and I care about the patients in my hands. It's just that I'm in such a
mood, and there's no need to speak for me. Even if there is no Michelle, I will have nothing to do with Rogelio. And the marriage,
of course, is nothing..."
"But, Jasmine, don't you think that Michelle doesn't deserve my brother? Don't you think the woman who left my brother when he
was in a low valley and came back when he was good was terrified? Do you really think this kind of relationship is true love? "
"Rogelio won't get sick again. He will be healthy and happy."
I thought my feelings for Rogelio were just like what I said.
But my heart ached.
When I walked out of the hospital, my mind was totally blank. I didn't know why I was so sad. I clearly left and didn't really own
anything, but I was still sad.
The people and the scenery around me were all in grey, and even the car's chirp could not be heard in my brain.
Until someone pulled my arm hard.
I was stunned and thought the man standing in front of me was Rogelio.
Seeing his face, I smiled out of instinct and looked at him gently.
But in less than a dozen seconds, I realized my stupidity, because it was not happiness but anger in his eyes.
I withdrew my eyes from Robbie's face. I can no longer imagine him to be Rogelio because of his eyes.
"Why are you still here?"

Robbie put his hand down from my arm, took out a cigarette and lit it. After taking a puff, he frowned and spit the smoke. When
he puffed the smoke, he was not as indifferent as usual, but more like silently releasing his anger.
"Have you seen everything?"
"Do you know Michelle is there?"
I didn't answer Robbie's question directly. Instead, I was a little angry. He was the only one that could vent my anger.
Time is the best writer. If I leave a long time later, and if I don't worry about the things I'm going to worry about, then I'll be less
upset, or I can only wish others all the best.
"Are you angry?"
"No, I'm not!"
"You are not reconciled?"
"No, I'm not!"
Robbie snorted and puffed smoke to the side. "It is just like a seed that is carefully planted and germinated in your hand. Finally,
when the fruit is ripe, it is picked by someone else. Are you really not angry? And not reconciled? There are no real saints in this
world. Why do you want to prove your nobleness with hypocrisy? "
I took a deep breath and made a deep exhalation. Then I nodded and said to Robbie, "You are right. I am not a saint, so I am
unwilling, angry and even sad. But the difference in morality between people is because of self-restraint, right? Because I know
what is right, so I overcome my own greed and learn to make others better."