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?"

chuckled and shook my head. "I'm

his lips

way he chewed at them made it look like he was

on the sofa and stared at

father's passing. His eyes too, were like a bottomless pit of darkness that was as cold as they were

away, I sat beside him and tried to start a conversation with him. "Irvin, life is but a

and said in a

moment, I

"It's getting late and you should rest. I'll come over tomorrow with breakfast. Stay home for the time being. You can set your work

didn't know how to comfort him, so I could only

eyebrows, his eyes were a little cold when he asked,

by that and instinctively

my

I returned to the

entered the garage, I saw a man standing by the door. He was tall and slender, handsome even. Under the dim streetlights, his face, which looked a little fatigued, had a

"Do you intend to

the rain fell on his shoulders,

and thought for a moment. "Didn't you say you would come home late?" I had thought that he wouldn't even 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 a day to travel