My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna)

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 is you. Anne has Hendrix, the Saunders family, and the Reid family. Let's

me with such solemness. I

"Just answer my question."

his scrutiny, so I had to answer, "Things have always been fine between

lips and asked again, "I'm asking whether you're happy, not whether things are

and that agitated me.

a long journey, and even the minutest details make a story too. Since it was a story, how could there not be

was the definition of happiness? If it could only merely be defined as being happy, then wouldn't that be too narrow of a

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

started to drift into a daze as I stared at the glass of water in front of me. I asked,

and accept psychiatric

Ambiguous?

already have no idea what was wrong with me. All I knew was that I was

of the time, I had absolutely no control over

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