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.

his lips and said no

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

and stared at the black

of when Aaron had learnt of his father's passing. His eyes too, were like a bottomless pit of darkness that was

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

his eyes slightly, looked at me, and said

frowned. For a moment, I couldn't

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

know how to comfort him, so

were a little cold when he asked, "Aren't

guard by that and instinctively shook

took my coat

returned to the

and slender, handsome even. Under the dim streetlights, his face, which looked a

face dark when he asked, "Do you intend to stand

on his shoulders, making him look colder and

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 to