My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna)

The night was at its darkest at this hour. Being in the dimly lit room this late in the night, I stared at the ceiling and felt a little dizzy.

"Splatt!" Suddenly, the thunder roared from outside. Irvin's apartment was on the tenth floor-high and with a good view. However, its view was its disadvantage in days like this. The curtains in the bedroom weren't drawn, allowing the glaring flashes of lightning to brighten up the room continuously. It was rather terrifying.

It didn't take long before it started raining heavily. I closed my eyes, wanting to force myself to sleep.

But the more eager I wanted to go to bed, the more awake I was. Watching at the flashes of lightning that lit up the room repeatedly, I couldn't help but feel on edge.

Unenthusiastically, I got out of bed and went to the balcony to close the curtains. Then, when I wanted to go back to the bed again, I accidentally hit the chaise longue and I fell to the ground.

My knee was sore from the blow it took, and it took me a long time to even get up from the ground, let alone to move to the bed.

"Boom!" With another loud thunder, the lamp on the bedside table went out.

Instantly, the entire room fell dark without any light source, but thunderstorms and rain continued to roar outside. Sᴇaʀᴄh thᴇ FindNøvᴇl.nᴇt website on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

was pitch black dark in the room. I froze lying on the ground, my memories had brought

matter

fear and grief I kept in my heart began to manifest themselves under such a circumstance. In the pitch dark room, I felt like I had heard the cry

him, but I couldn't get up from the ground. Suddenly, out of

was dead, I could reunite with my baby. Thinking of this,

pushed everything off to the ground. The

to find the knives, but I didn't know where Irvin kept them. So, I could only search around in blindness even though it was

heard the baby's cry again. This time, it sounded near to me, but not quite near enough for me. I didn't have the time to think it through, and

pedestrians, only cars coming and going on the road. Feeling

time, when I couldn't help it, I would have hallucinations. I would always see my child and hear his

I would always lose him. Sometimes, I wouldn't even find my

was devastated. For the first time since I had fallen ill, I

being aware of

honks rumbled from the road. I looked up and saw a blinding white light in front of me, and my mind

watching the car that was about to hit me. Suddenly, someone grabbed my waist and pulled me