My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna)

There was so much going on. If I really turned psychotic, I knew that he would still take care of me and stay by my side. But for him to put all his love and devotion into a lost cause for the rest of his life, it meant that I'd truly be destroying him. Nerissa was right; he deserved better.

It was as if something had broken in Hendrix; his dark pupils looked like they were suddenly filled with fine, glassy fragments.

As if his sore spot had suffered a hit, his brows furrowed and he laughed mockingly at himself. "Arianna, you're not the one who's trapped - it's me. You're right, I can absolve all of my debts for Andrea. I can shake off my connection and responsibility towards the Roberts family, but I could never be without you."

I pursed my lips and gritted my teeth. My lungs felt as though not enough oxygen was entering it. I couldn't utter a single word.

There were so many relationships he could have had; why must he choose to have the most difficult one?

In the haziness of the night, he kissed me then brought his cold, thin lips to my ears and whispered softly and mesmerizingly, "Arianna, let's go to Hovell as a family and never come back."

I had spent

The following day.

City had become even colder. Hendrix didn't go to work. Instead, his slender body kept me wrapped in his embrace, providing me an ample sense of security. Sᴇaʀch

from my sleep, my body feeling immense warmth. I opened my eyes

me was his heart, beating in a strong,

would be a luxury to live like this. He and I both understood what we would have

with my back facing him, "Is it going to snow

weather suddenly became chilly, as if it was really going

he held me in his arms. In a deep, husky

snows. Even

his chin onto my nape, tickling me. "Let's watch the snow together this year. Maybe