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."

saying, "Yes, I did come to talk to you about Anne, but what matters most right now is you. Anne has Hendrix, the Saunders

me with such solemness. I pressed my lips together and said to him, "What issue

"Just answer my question."

was still under his scrutiny, so I had to answer, "Things have always been fine between me and

"I'm asking whether you're happy,

was being nitpicky and that agitated me.

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

it could only merely be defined as being

reluctant to answer me because you're starting to feel burdened in this relationship. No matter what, you still feel reserved with Hendrix. Deep down,

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

him for good, or you go to the hospital and accept psychiatric treatment, then start afresh with

Ambiguous?

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

the time, I had absolutely no control over my temper

As time passed by, they were hidden underneath and they didn't seem like a