My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna)

I turned on the lights and looked around the room, but Hendrix was nowhere to be found. The balcony floor, however, was littered with cigarette butts. It was evident that he had been smoking a lot last night. I thought I might find him in the study, so I walked barefoot out of the bedroom.

It seemed I was wrong. He was in the living room.

Andrea's blue dress was thoroughly soaked. She stared upwards at Hendrix who was taller than her, her eyes red and filled with stubbornness.

"Leave!" Hendrix said, visibly annoyed.

"No!" Andrea's lips curled into a smile, ambiguously innocent as it was pitiful. "You know I'm afraid of thunder," she explained.

Andrea wore an expression of weakness and helplessness, which was accentuated by her drenched clothes and tousled hair.

After a while, Hendrix gave in and uttered, "Go and take a shower first."

Andrea nodded, looking at him as she paused briefly before saying, "I didn't bring a change of clothes with me."

"The ones you left in the guest room are still there," Hendrix replied.

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Andrea nodded again and headed into the guest room.

Master Roberts bought the villa, he had mentioned that it was large and spacious, and would be able to accommodate the many children

rooms.

vision would never come to pass. I had never even realized when Andrea had left

What a joke!

sound of someone falling came from

Hendrix instinctively took several steps towards the source of the sound, but he stopped abruptly. Raising his head, he made eye contact with me. He asked as the look in his eyes grew distant,

nodded in response. My heart ached a little as I told

"Arianna!" Hendrix exclaimed helplessly.

with urgency,

hold him back. I couldn't stop him from running to the woman he

storm was raging heavily outside on the balcony. I walked over and

my heart seemed to numb in comparison to the physical sensations I

ground with my knees bent, I hugged myself tightly with my arms around my waist. I buried my

there be happiness after hardships? The so-called happy endings

else would be of any help, nor would

head felt heavy and I was dizzy. My body was numb from the cold and so was

the sounds of pitter-pattering about the room, I lifted my head. As it turned out, Hendrix had already been standing by my side with a gloomy face for

indifferent, and he