My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna)

There was more to what he said. I looked up at him with disbelief.

Anger crept up to me as I said, "You're overthinking it. I'm not like you. I know my boundaries. I'd not act on my ill intentions, and never would I do things through means like this."

Although I said these words calmly, they were enough to hurt. So much had happened in the past four years. What we were destined to go through, we already did. People were most afraid of their scars being exposed, and that was exactly what I just did to Hendrix.

Hendrix slammed his fist on the balcony rail in anger. The fury he had suppressed for a long time had finally broken out. He threw his phone to the ground, smashing it into pieces.

For the past seven years, I had never seen him so angry. It was a kind of rage that could almost devour a person.

I was completely startled by his reaction. I could see the darkness pooling in his eyes and the ferociousness he had in his nature.

For a moment, I thought he would hurt me, but he didn't.

He just muttered, "Cut ties with Irvin. Don't get involved in his affairs, or Shirley's."

It was not worth it to hurt ourselves for others. No matter how well- cultivated and courteous a person was to others, all their manners could be thrown out the window in a fit of rage. Hendrix's emotions had been forced out of his forbearance and exhaustion time and time again.

forgiving. But everyone had to make

else to him. I just turned around and went out of

longer smashed things when we fought, left home, cried hysterically as if proclaiming to

all desperation and

the bedroom, washed up, dried my hair, and went to bed as I

But to sleep?

I couldn't.

Hendrix never came back to the bedroom after that,

would only cause harm; nothing good would come out of it. Sᴇaʀᴄh

of the morning, I felt a slight sense of drowsiness. But the bedroom door opened all of a

a few times. He finally stopped when he saw that I

He murmured, "I'm sorry."

didn't say anything. I just

woke

and went downstairs to Anne's room, but crossed paths with a middle-aged woman in the

saw me, she greeted me warmly and then left