My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna)

I stayed with Irvin in the hospital for a few hours. He had been given a sedative and was lying in bed, resting. He looked at the ceiling with his dark, deep eyes silently, like a corpse. His mind and soul felt like they were somewhere far away.

The doctor had come to check on him a few times. There wasn't any major problem with him, but his heart and lungs did stop functioning for a brief second due to extreme shock and stress. Fortunately, he was able to jump back to a normal and stable condition as he was healthy.

It was getting dark, so I went downstairs to buy some food. When I returned, the effects of Irvin's sedative had started wearing off.

He sat on the bed in a stiff and lonely manner. When he saw me, he asked in a hoarse voice, "Where is she?"

I understood that he was asking about Helen, so I suppressed the heaviness in my heart and said, "She had been sent to the funeral home."

I couldn't bear to look with my own eyes as she fell from the rooftop, but I heard the authorities using only one phrase to describe her body - 'meat pie'.

One could imagine what kind of bloody mess it was.

He nodded, his eyes cold; so cold that it felt somewhat unusual. Looking at the porridge in my hand, he asked, "Only porridge?"

I was surprised. I couldn't get used to his calm and indifferent manner after such a great tragedy had just happened. I nodded, then shook my head. "What would you like to eat? I'll buy it for you!"

porridge from me

comfort him. After a pause, I said, "Do you need anything else? I can get them for

and shook his head. His eyes

didn't expect him to ask me that. I shook my head.

the side, he

hospital, looking tall and calm. There was nothing unusual about

the bloodthirsty aura emanating from his eyes was something that I had never seen on him before. There was hatred in him; a deep-rooted, seemingly bottomless, and

was confused. Where did this hatred come

into the car, I thought for a while before saying to him "Irvin, let's go to Central Park Residence.

go somewhere crowded. I was afraid of making

steering wheel. He paused, then looked at me and asked, "Why don't we go to Granger

not my place to cook even if I

gaze, turned the car around and started driving towards Central

arrived, we found that there was nothing left in the refrigerator as nobody had been here for a

stared at the empty refrigerator and said, "Wait for me. I'll drop by

down on the counter and looked at me. "I'll go with