My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna)

After some time, I compromised and got out of the car.

I walked up to Hendrix and said, "Please make way. I need to go home." He was blocking the entrance of the neighborhood, and we couldn't get past him without running over him.

He reached out to grab me, tightening his grip to the point where it hurt me. For a very long time, he only stared at me. His eyes showed his pain. Then, he said sorrowfully, "Arianna, this isn't your home." He was shaking, but I doubted it. I must be the one who was shivering, perhaps from the coldness in late autumn. He wouldn't be shaking.

I wanted to laugh, but I couldn't. My eyes hurt so much, and I tried my best to shake his hand off. Pushing down my emotions, I said, "You can continue to stand here and block the way if you're not afraid of dying."

After that, I got into the driver's seat. Since Aaron didn't pull out the car key, I started the car. Then, looking at the man who was standing unwavering in front of the car, I warned in a deep voice, "Move." He looked at me, his eyes deep like a bottomless pit, and he said, "If my death can make you feel better, I'll gladly do so."

The autumn breeze in Jarold City was strong and cold. The maple leaves on the streets swirled in the wind, scattering around like lost children without a home.

"This is your final chance to move now," I said softly, but in a very cold voice. "Because I won't hesitate to run over you."

"Sure. Don't go soft on me," Hendrix replied. He was calm, but it wasn't the same with Aaron.

Looking at me, he shouted, his voice thick with worry, "Arianna, don't do anything impulsive!"

but impulsive. With a very clear head, I narrowed my eyes and used all my strength to step hard on

more, when I almost hit Hendrix with the car, I still aggressively turned the steering wheel,

rose in my

had drained my energy-1

fast. However, before I completely blacked out, I vaguely heard

"Arianna!"

"Arianna!"

were Hendrix's

up in the hospital with a numbing

a little disgusted with myself. Look, I couldn't even kill the person who

bed, and I couldn't help but feel ashamed. "Sorry, I didn't manage to

the first time Irvin saw me committing suicide. For the first few times, he would be frightened. Yet, later on, he would be relieved as

to tug the hair on my forehead away, and then whispered, "You're really lucky. Aaron's millions of dollars worth Bentley is

of my hand. There was a needle there, and the area around it was a little swollen. It seemed

slept for a