My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna)

He smiled. "Okay." That word could have meant so many different things, and I wasn't sure which was it.

I didn't have much appetite at the dining table, but Hendrix had placed some food in my plate. If I didn't eat them, he'd just worry about me, so I forced them all in.

After the meal, I went back to the bedroom. There was a bit of discomfort in my stomach, but it was bearable.

Hendrix was still in the study. I let myself rest for a while, but I suddenly remembered that the USB was left by the computer in the study.

I didn't intend to hide it from him; I just felt like if that past was revealed to him, it would leave quite an impact on him.

I went out of the bedroom and crept my way to the study. The door was half-closed.

I lightly pushed the door open and entered. He was right in front of the computer and was surprised by my sudden entrance. He looked at me, his gaze bore no warmth and it seemed like he was trying to suppress some of the emotions he had.

That was rather odd of him to do.

My heart skipped a beat. I knew that he saw the video.

are you going to sleep?" I said while standing by the

in his eyes. The sad look in his eyes faded away and he replied, "I'll head over in

myself down as much as possible. When I walked to his side, I saw the video that was being played on the screen and

see the

words

me for this,

and pulled the USB out. I calmed down and sat beside him. I inhaled slightly and mustered enough courage to speak. "At first, I also thought that I blamed you. But I gradually realized that at the time, I felt more self-blame and

He raised his hand and tucked my hair behind my ear. "It's

to drown in this feeling. Then, I looked up at him and said with a faint smile, "It was snowing heavily yesterday. What

of the blue, "I thought you'd

able to get through it, would you?" The hidden scar was there

wrong decision led to

who suffered the most was Hendrix. When he had the DNA swapped, he had thought it was for my own good. But in the end, he

night, he would need to bear this immense guilt and torment

would not do you justice. Hearing myself tell you that I'll make it up to you sounds feeble to me as well. Stay with me, but if you're in pain, I'll let