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!"

make do with this!" He took the bowl of porridge from me and started eating

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

His eyes fell on me and

him to ask me that. I

down and stood up. Pulling over a coat on the side, he looked at me and suggested, "Let's go out

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

his eyes was something that I had never seen on him before.

was confused. Where did

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? I'll cook something

to go somewhere crowded. I was

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

Granger Manor, and it's not my place

around and started driving towards Central

that there was nothing left in the refrigerator as nobody

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

his car keys down on the counter and looked