My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna)

It was not until I was out of breath that I looked at him wide-eyed. He seemed to enjoy my expression very much. As he loosened his hug, he asked, "Do you intend for us to stay separated for the rest of our

lives?"

"No I don't, Hendrix."

It had been four years. Such a period was tantamount to torture for most people. For me, it was about letting go.

For four years, I healed myself and recovered from the depths of despair. The only thing which could not be healed was that of my physical shortcomings.

When I woke up the next day, Hendrix was still lying next to me with his eyes closed. He'd usually have left by this time.

He was still sleeping soundly. As I turned to look at his eyebrows, it suddenly occurred to me that time had passed so quickly.

Seven years were gone in the blink of an eye. As I thought about it, I seemed to have surmounted every hardship that came my way. I should be able to see the light at the end of the tunnel by now. Nonetheless, I was still not at peace.

in my thoughts that I did not realize that Hendrix had woken up. His deep, hoarse voice

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my head and

a soft voice, he said, "You

put on weight." I

simple. Evan brought over some porridge which tasted great. However, I couldn't eat anymore after

left, I went to the bathroom and threw up that I had

because of my loss of

were fewer reporters outside the courtyard. My relationship with Hendrix and Irvin was pretty out in

reporters painted me as

not read them in detail, as it would tear me apart. Now that the stories were blown out of proportion, I could no longer attend lectures at Jarold University. I had to resort to studying myself at the

must have given up. Despite the fact that I was no longer the talk of the town, I had no intention of going out. However, it would be a

were humans, not God. It would be impossible not to be fazed by