My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna)

That night, we hugged each other in remorse.

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Hendrix said, "I don't want to go through what I went through those four years again. Those days were too long and lonely."

I teared up. "There won't be another four years. We're going to be together for the rest of our lives."

He held my body close, and said in a low voice, "Arianna, tell me that you love me!"

I raised my head, looked at his well-defined features, and said with certainty and earnestness, "I love you, Hendrix."

His smile was as bright as the sun. "I love you too."

This was the first time we told each other how we truly felt.

He said, "Thank you!"

I was startled, "What for?"

Thank you for loving me. Thank you for coming back.

usually lasted from November all

I couldn't wake her up

wrote, "It's cold

faintly and kept the

at Anne's little blushed face, my heart ached. In the end, I decided

man's voice was

couldn't be bothered. After a moment of silence, I said, "Doctor Saunders, could you come to the eastern suburbs? Anne has a fever, and the

excuse, but it

went silent for a moment before he

soon as he finished speaking,

opened the door, I was a

you working nearby?" I knew it was at least a forty-minute drive for him to get here from where he lived, yet

not answer my question. Instead, he asked,

fever and she's burning up!" I

his hand and went in without taking off his shoes. I looked at him and thought

sure was

he took her temperature. "Is there any ice