My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna)

I narrowed my eyes as I watched her tears fall to the ground. "Perhaps going to Ucrebury was a mistake from the start. I shouldn't have gone there. That way, I wouldn't have met Hendrix or Andrea, and I

wouldn't have met you."

"Arianna..." She parted her lips to speak, her voice choked with sobs.

I sighed and gave her a weak smile. I looked at her indifferently and continued, "If I hadn't met you guys, my life might not have been so difficult. I still don't know whether it was the right thing to do, falling for Hendrix. It's because of my love for him that I told myself that I could forgive him for everything that had happened."

"When I found out that you and Pedro are my parents, I couldn't help but think that fate is a ridiculous thing. I can't hate you publicly, nor can I resent you in my heart. I don't even dare to hate you because you're my biological parents. It's just like how I love Hendrix; I can forgive him for everything because of love. However, can I really forgive you in the name of love? I can't do it."

I looked at her and smiled even though it hurt to do so. "Even though you said that I hated you just now, the moment when I knew about everything four years back, I chose to leave everyone. I told myself that couldn't hate you, because you're my biological mother and we're bonded by blood.."

She was quiet as she listened to me; perhaps she was crumbling under the weight of what I had said to her. Her face was pale as she got into a squatting position on the ground. Her tears dropped onto the cold, hard tiles. Every drip sounded soft yet deafeningly loud at the same time.

I turned and walked out of the kitchen. Though my heart ached, the pain was bearable.

When we hurt, we treated our wounds,

had been out on a stroll,

and pulled me aside. He asked in a gentle voice, "What's wrong? Are

thought to myself how it didn't matter even if it hurt now. Although our

corners of my eye, his face darkened. He embraced me and asked in

head. My heart ached so badly that even the mere thought of

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the room. Her face was deathly pale and her forehead

pale and you're sweating so much. You should go to the hospital quickly." Valerie shook her head and waved her hand. "It's alright. It's just a stomachache. I will be

concern.

in a pained voice, "I will be fine in a while. We have to

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