I laid on the bed, spacing out at the ceiling for a long time, before coming back to my senses.

Maybe I really had fallen sick, or the extremely selfish me, was the real me.

Hendrix wasn't in the hotel. After I washed up, I got ready to leave and bumped into Aaron who was ready to knock on my door.

Seeing my haggard face, he frowned and asked, "Didn't you sleep well last night?"

I pinched the bridge of my nose and shook my head, saying, "I'm fine. Is there any news about Anne?"

He mumbled a reply in acknowledgement and gestured for me to go inside to speak.

I moved away and made way for him, allowing him to enter the room.

I sat on the couch and didn't say anything, waiting for him to speak.

He poured himself a glass of water and looked at me. "Arianna, are you happy being with Hendrix?" he asked.

I furrowed my brows and was somewhat unhappy as I replied, "Aaron, I thought you came to talk

about Anne with me."

about Anne, but what matters most right now

little uncomfortable with him suddenly looking at me with such solemness. I pressed my lips together and said to him, "What issue do

"Just answer my question."

and became upset. However, I was still under his scrutiny, so I had to answer, "Things have always

"I'm asking

and that agitated me. I scowled and said,

too. Since

be defined

"Arianna, don't you know more about happiness than I do? You're reluctant to answer me because you're starting to feel burdened in this

daze as I stared at the glass

go to the hospital and accept psychiatric treatment, then start afresh with him. You're having

Ambiguous?

was wrong with me. All I knew

absolutely no control over my temper and

could only bury them. As time passed by, they were hidden underneath and they didn't seem like

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