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."

Anne, but what matters most right now is you. Anne has Hendrix, the Saunders family, and the Reid family. Let's talk

was a little uncomfortable with him suddenly looking at me with such solemness. I pressed my lips together and

"Just answer my question."

still under his scrutiny, so I had

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

that agitated me.

story too. Since it was a story, how could there not be joys and

If it could only merely be defined as being happy, then wouldn't that be too narrow

do? You're reluctant to answer me because you're starting

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

or you go to the hospital and accept psychiatric treatment, then start afresh

Ambiguous?

moment, I already have no idea what was wrong

I had absolutely no control over my

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