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.

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

rooms.

would never come to pass. I had

What a joke!

of someone falling came from the

the sound, but he stopped abruptly. Raising his head, he made eye contact with me. He asked as the look in his

little as I told him, "She fell. Go check

"Arianna!" Hendrix exclaimed helplessly.

with

I couldn't stop him from running

look at him anymore, so I turned around and went back to the bedroom. The storm was raging heavily outside on the balcony. I walked over and stood at the opening between the balcony doors, letting the strong winds

heart seemed to numb in comparison

with my arms around my waist. I buried my face between my legs and began

could there be happiness after hardships? The so-called

can only be dealt with alone through gritted teeth. Nobody else would be of any help, nor would they be obligated to

but my head felt heavy and I was dizzy.

the sounds of pitter-pattering about the room, I lifted my head. As it turned out, Hendrix

was indifferent, and he seemed to