My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna)

I wasn't ready. I wasn't ready to just die like this. I wouldn't want to die without putting an end to everything.

Seeing that my eyes turned red, Irvin sighed and put my hand back under the quilt. Then, he said, "Don't do anything stupid anymore. You still have a long way to go in the future. You have to live until the end of it."

I nodded and began staring blankly at the ceiling. I wondered why I wasn't brave enough to run over Hendrix. Sᴇaʀch Thᴇ Findɴovel.ɴet website on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

After a long time, I fell asleep. It was already late at night when I woke up again.

The person who I should have met in the netherworld was standing in the ward, and he was looking into my eyes.

Hendrix was, as usual, dressed in his tailored black suit. Probably because of the warmth in the ward, he took off his coat, revealing the neatly ironed white shirt underneath it. His attire very much reflected his iron-willed.

"You're awake," He stepped forward. His eyes fixated on me, but I couldn't read the emotion in them.

I closed my eyes. I really didn't want to see him.

He continued, "Are you still feeling uncomfortable?"

also didn't want

you need some

I was hospitalized too many times in the past two months, and I was treated with IV every time. The bruises on the back of my hand hadn't been able to fade

it irritated me to see it

me up with his steady hand. My brows furrowed, I opened my eyes and saw

of me. I only looked at it but didn't respond. After a long time, I raised the hand attached to the IV

honest, I had to make extra effort to keep holding the glass, so much so that blood began to backflow into

slip off my hand as expected. "Thump!" The glass fell to the ground

in the room was so cool. I smiled faintly and said, I'm

him with cold eyes, not feeling

frowned and replied in a hard and stiff voice, "It's fine!" Then, he crouched down to pick up the glass pieces on the

quiet, Hendrix asked while he was picking up the broken pieces, "Are

His hands were slightly trembling, but

video. So, I asked on

saw the restrained and repressed pain behind his

know that Hendrix cried. I didn't care how much or how long he cried. I only needed to know that he was