My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna)

He stiffened his body, and I pushed him away. I stretched my clothes over myself with a poker face in an attempt to cover what I could.

"Are you serious?" He asked. His dark, oppressive gaze fell on me.

I pursed my lips and nodded. I looked into his dark eyes and replied, "Both of us should calm down. Maybe we've always been wrong for each other. We might be a good match in Grandpa's eyes, but not in the way that we thought we would be. Maybe my feelings for you were not love, but admiration. And for you, it might just be accumulated regret over leaving me behind for so long."

There was no love between the two of us. What we had were fragmented feelings that we desperately tried to piece together.

He opened his mouth to speak, and the grimness on his face was like a dark cloud that had been building up. "Not love!"

These words sounded as if he had screamed it for himself to hear. In the days that followed, I kept thinking about how there were so many people in the world. How many couples stayed together out of a sense of responsibility, and how did those couples who supposedly loved each other spend the rest of their lives?

Love faded with beauty. Perhaps, there was no love in this world at all. It was nothing but a gimmick to comfort oneself.

is your so-called love? With every word you speak, you bring up divorce, like it's something casual. Do you think I deserve to

around my legs. "The one you love, spoil and protect is lying in the hospital." "What?" he scoffed. "You're hell-bent on holding on to the past, aren't you? Do you want

my toes, and raised my head. "Are

that he ended up laughing. "What about you? Aren't you holding on to a dead person? You even disregarded your life to chase

looked at him blandly. "Since we can't get over our own hurdles, then let's get

You don't need to give me the house or car. After all, we don't have any children and since we think this is a mistake, then let's divorce. It's still not too late to

raged on. "What do you mean 'not too late'? You're the only one who can't let go. What else

exhausted, feeling like I couldn't get out of this pit

its limit. I couldn't differentiate which sentence was

by supporting myself against the wall. I added lightly, "I'll move

pressed himself on me again. His thin lips pressed against the corner of my mouth and stayed there. His voice was

pursed my lips and felt a heavy blow on my chest. It hurt so much that I

He kissed me with suppressed emotions. "After we get a divorce, will we not stand