My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna)

There was a trace of pain in his eyes. He smiled with a hint of self-mockery. "Yes, you seem to be living quite well."

I nodded my head lightly, but I could not find a conversation topic to talk about with him. So, I told him, "Sit here and make yourself at home. I'll go help in the back."

"Can we be friends?" His voice sounded from behind, sounding helpless and distant. "For four years, I've used countless ways to numb myself. But this is how humans are. The more you try to forget something, the more you'll remember and the harder it'll be to erase the memories."

I sighed and did not know what to say to comfort him. I looked back at him and said, "Mr. Roberts, people have to learn to let go of their past. I'm doing really good here. I'd keep being resentful and having breakdowns if I stayed by your side. Though I have relatives and friends in Ucrebury and Jarold City, I'd be miserable there because I can't let go of my past. Hovell is where my heart belongs in. Here, I can live the life I've imagined for myself. Mr. Roberts, I hope you can understand."

He looked at me and a pained, conflicted look flashed before his eyes. After a long while, he nodded and only said, "Fine!"

He turned on his heel and left. I breathed out a sigh. The hardest thing to get over in life was always our own selves.

I walked into the kitchen and saw that Norman was washing the vegetables. When he saw me coming in, he looked a little surprised. "Go chat with Mr. Roberts, I can manage."

I smiled, "I can help wash the vegetables."

He shook his head and

for me, I walked back into the house and spotted

is something

and said, "Mr. Roberts asked me to pass this to you. This is

took it from his hand and said, "Please

the past four years. He's perfectly aware that if he wanted to find you, he could do so easily. But he was scared; scared that you'd still hate him and that you'd push him away. Thus, he decided to wait. He's still waiting for you to let go of things, and for you to return to

no sense of guilt in me. "Please thank him for me. And please tell him that everyone has their own path to walk on, so there's no need to stay stuck in the

himself to say something, but no words escaped his lips. With a

The next day.

better. After sending Anne to school, I went to

the hotel entrance, I met Cecil, with two brawny men

involuntarily frowned and looked at her coldly,

you kneel and apologize to me now, I may consider letting you go. I may even let you continue your work here at the

what? What are you going