My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna)

"It wasn't me!" Nerissa roared angrily. "Arianna, seeing that you're Hendrix's wife, I won't argue with you. It's best if you keep your mouth shut, otherwise, I have the right to sue you for slandering me."

I sneered and said, "Okay, sue me then. As long as it helps you sleep in the quiet dead of night, and not be haunted by your conscience for what you've done to the three Granger family members, then go ahead and sue me!"

Nerissa was furious. She looked at me for a long time without saying a word. Finally, she sneered at me. "Arianna, why are you so sad over Irvin dying? Are you in love with him, and can't let him go? Don't forget whose wife you are, and what you should and shouldn't say."

What the hell?

It was laughable that a person could be so shameless to this extent.

Heavy snow fell from the dark sky. The feather- like ice crystals fell on the glaring blood and soon covered all the red on the ground until only a bit of scarlet could be seen. It seemed as if all this was just an illusion.

neither of us uttered one word to each other. My mind was painted red by

all a red shade of selfblame and guilt. If I had noticed his changes earlier and knew that he had lost the will to live, I could

and I had been too

dark, and the snowfall was getting heavier by the hour. I kept thinking about

that I went downstairs to the yard to drive away the frustration and

could do to get rid of the guilt that demanded its presence to be felt in my heart. The harder I tried to push away the thought

an umbrella and saw that half of my body had been covered with snow. She said with pity in her

glanced at her in confusion and gave her a fake smile. I watched her shake her head before saying to her quietly, "Heather, it's so

and put the cotton-padded jacket she had brought out around me. Then, she reached out to pull on

exclaiming, "Your hand has already become this cold. Hurry and go back inside, if not,