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.

was large and spacious, and would be able to accommodate the many children he was hoping me and Hendrix to conceive, as

rooms.

would never come to pass. I had never even realized when

What a joke!

sound of someone falling came from the guest

the source of the sound, but he stopped abruptly. Raising his head, he made

as I told him,

"Arianna!" Hendrix exclaimed helplessly.

repeated with

stop him from running to the woman

storm was raging heavily outside on the balcony. I walked over and stood at the opening between the balcony doors, letting the strong winds carry the heavy rain droplets onto my body.

my heart seemed to numb in comparison

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

be happiness after hardships? The so-called happy endings in fairytales

gritted teeth. Nobody else would be of any help, nor

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

I lifted my head. As it turned out, Hendrix had already been standing by my side with

gaze was indifferent, and he seemed