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.

pursed his lips and

feel like my pasta didn't taste that great. The way he

he finished, he sat on the sofa and stared at the black TV screen. His gaze

reminded me of when Aaron had learnt of his father's passing. His eyes too, were like a

tried to start a conversation with him. "Irvin, life is but a series

me, and said in a harsh

moment, I couldn't

over tomorrow with breakfast.

how to comfort him, so I

eyebrows, his eyes were a little cold when

guard by that and instinctively shook my

then took my coat and

the

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

you intend to stand out here for the

fell on his shoulders, making him look colder

be coming home tonight from what