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?"

my head. "I'm

lips

him eat, I couldn't help but feel like my pasta didn't taste that great. The way he chewed at them made it look like he was only eating to fill his

at the black TV screen. His gaze was deep and

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

up the utensils and put the bowl away, I sat beside him and tried to start a conversation with him.

me, and said in a harsh whisper. "Are

a moment,

getting late and you should rest. I'll come over tomorrow with breakfast. Stay home

how to comfort him, so I

eyebrows, his eyes were a little cold when he asked, "Aren't you going

guard by that and

then took my coat and

returned to the

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

when he asked, "Do you intend to stand out here for the rest of your

the rain fell on his shoulders, making

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