My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna)

I approached him, my lips pressed together. My eyes fell on his chest. "Has anyone called you a snack?"

He started grinning/ "You are definitely the first."

I smiled faintly and sweetly. "I'll go wash up first."

He nodded, it was obvious that he was happy because his eyes had lit up like the star-filled night sky.

As I rinsed my mouth, I looked at myself in the mirror and the image of the Hendrix I saw just now flashed across my mind.

All of a sudden, I felt a little sad. I seemed to be much older. Freya told me that at a woman's most desirable age, she should smile like a flower and always be energetic. Yes, I was too lifeless.

My stomach churned and I began to puke. All the food I had eaten just now had been puked out.

Hendrix heard the commotion and knocked on the door. "Arianna!"

up. I answered him after rinsing

out of the bathroom, I was pulled tightly into his arms, "I'm

my lips, knowing how distressed he was seeing me

illness or because of how I originally was. Leaning on his arm, I felt calmness sink in. I raised my hand and patted his back to comfort him.

very tightly;

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was December 25th, Christmas

definitely would

her background noise. "I've sent you the

meant. She wanted me to be her bridesmaid. "But

said, "Who said that you can't be a bridesmaid after getting married? Don't procrastinate. Come on,

was both joyous and hectic. She was so busy that she

half an hour later,

a smile, "Miss Reid, Miss Moore sent us. We're here for your makeup." Noticing

stepped back