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.

one after the other? At night when I dreamt, my mother would always yell at me, saying that she was feeling cold while my father would tell me 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 sleep. Back then, I kept thinking that if you could stay by my side just like I did for you, perhaps I wouldn't

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in my throat, and no matter how much I tried to force it out, it stayed stuck. It stayed

it's because of that love,

senses left me for a long time. It felt like an eternity had passed before they came back

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focus on the vastness of knowledge, making comparisons of everything in the world. Now that we really reflected on it, we would come to realize that the life lessons we needed to learn had already been

as unconditional love and kindness, but only the fair exchange of love. If you had enjoyed but didn't reciprocate the love and affection shown towards you, then guilt would

able to properly face Irvin for the rest of

was right; he was the one who pulled me out of hell. So, why didn't I reach out to save him when he

left. I remained seated in the living room and spent the entire night awake. Indeed, I had no right to judge Irvin's rights or wrongs. Everything that he did now was merely to soothe the grudge held in