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 steered my wandering mind back to the present

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shook my head

pulled me close into an embrace. In a soft voice, he

weight."

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

some reason, I felt a little nauseous. When Hendrix finally left, I went to the bathroom and threw up that I

have thrown up because of

courtyard. My relationship with

expected, the reporters painted me as a sl*t in

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

left in the coming days. They 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 lie to say that I was not affected by the large crowd of reporters hanging

humans, not God. It would be impossible not