My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna)

It wasn't my fault for overthinking. In a situation like this, it was rather worrisome that he didn't lose his mind, didn't feel heartbroken, and acted as if nothing had happened.

He concealed his emotions so well that it felt like he was pretending that Helen was still alive, and that life was still the same as it always was.

After the pasta was done, I was about to turn around to call him over, but I surprisingly saw him resting on the doorframe with his hands crossed in front of his chest. His face was cold.

I broke out in a cold sweat and asked, "Irvin, what's wrong?"

He looked away and asked emotionlessly, "Is the pasta ready?"

I nodded, fear lingering in my heart. I placed the plates of pasta on the dining table.

As I watched him eat, I could not help but ask, "Irvin, are you alright?"

He stopped to look at me. His eyes were cold and indifferent as he asked, "What?"

I shook my head. I felt that he had suddenly grown distant and cold. "Eat. The pasta won't taste as good cold."

He narrowed his eyes and looked at me. "Aren't you hungry?"

shook my head. "I'm not. Eat

lips and said no

taste that great. The way

and stared at the black TV screen. His

him like this reminded me of when Aaron had learnt of his father's passing. His eyes too, were like a bottomless pit of darkness that was as cold as

away, I sat beside him and tried to start a conversation with him. "Irvin, life is but a series of moving-on. She did hope for you to have a good

me, and said in a harsh whisper. "Are

a moment, I couldn't say

over tomorrow with breakfast.

know how to comfort him, so

his eyes were a little cold when he

by that

took my coat and

returned to the villa, it was already

handsome even. Under the dim streetlights, his face, which looked a little fatigued, had

intend to stand out here

down the steps, the rain fell on his shoulders, making

be coming home tonight from what he told me. After all, Ucrebury and Jarold City were miles apart. It would've easily taken him half