My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna)

Those days were practically hell. And as humans, we would always choose to forget the most painful times of our life.

He had only mentioned pieces and fragments of the past, but I already felt my heart buzzing with a dull ache. I found myself unable to utter even a single word.

I withdrew my hand and decided that I should say thank you, but I felt that it would be too shallow, so I chose to stay silent instead.

His face was blank as he flashed me a small smile tinged with a hint of hostility. He said, "With each passing day, you slowly recovered. I initially thought that since Hendrix had wounded you so deeply, you wouldn't miss him anymore. I knew perfectly well that you didn't feel anything for me. But I thought, so what? The days are long, love and joy can be nurtured and cultivated little by little. But I didn't think that you'd still leave with him in the end."

He gave out a self-deprecating laugh. "Arianna, as soon as your scar healed, you forgot the pain!"

I had no words to retort with. I stayed silent, lips pursed as I listened to him read me to filth.

that he was lonely. I would wake up in such a big, hollow house in the middle of the night and couldn't go back to

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That one word of apology was hitched in my throat, and no matter how much

loved you. And it's because of that love, that I hate you so

left Irvin's lips, I sat completely stunned on the couch. My senses left me for a long

Later on,

young, we would focus on the vastness of knowledge, making comparisons of everything in the world. Now that we really reflected on it, we would

was no such thing as unconditional love and kindness, but only the fair exchange of love. If you had enjoyed but didn't reciprocate the love and

properly face Irvin for the

hell. So, why didn't I reach out to save him when he was going through

entire night awake. Indeed, I had no right to judge Irvin's rights or wrongs. Everything that he