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!"

He took the bowl of porridge from me and started eating

me a little worried, but I didn't know how to comfort him. After a pause, I said, "Do you need anything else?

his head. His eyes fell on me and asked, "Have you

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

stood up. Pulling over a coat on the

tall and calm. There

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

did this hatred come

into the car, I thought for a while before saying to him "Irvin, let's go to Central Park Residence. What would you like to eat?

want him to go somewhere crowded. I was afraid of making him

to the steering wheel. He paused, then looked at me and

it's not my place to cook even

lowered his gaze, turned the car around and started driving towards

When we arrived, we found that there was nothing left in the

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

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