My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna)

As if a ball of cotton was blocking my chest, I felt a dull pain in my heart. I looked at him and shook my head, with tears in my eyes. I felt terrible as I said, "Hendrix, I never wanted a hero." Smiling, he placed my hand next to his cold lips. I knew that the anesthesia had worn off and his wound was starting to hurt.

He said, "Four years ago, I harmed you and our child by mistake, and four years later now, I almost caused harm to you indirectly too. I'm so sorry. I know that you hold a grudge against me. Truth be told, that's fine too. When you found out that something had happened to Anne, you left without saying a word and pleaded with Freya and the Reid family for help, but you forgot about me. I don't blame you for not remembering me first when you're in danger. I can only blame myself for not doing well enough. I'm not good enough for you to rely on me whenever something happens. I'm truly sorry."

I opened my mouth and wanted to deny his words, but I somehow realized that he was speaking the truth.

I had no idea what to say in response. I paused for a moment, then only said, "Hendrix, don't say

anything else!"

He smiled, saying, "It's okay. I'm willing to wait, to work hard, and to wait for the day you'll put me in first place."

I had always thought that I had already lived for half of my life and it had all been for Hendrix. However, at the moment, as I thought about it closely, that wasn't the case.

Perhaps I had only been living for myself. I didn't seem to know how to embrace and let go of matters. I was used to carrying all of my past whilst moving forward.

unwilling to approach new people, and unwilling to let

had all been through a rough

he was sweating all over in pain. Meanwhile, I couldn't do anything but rinse a towel to wipe his sweat off. He looked at me in amusement, as if the one in pain

he asked,

that he just wanted to talk to me to

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in silence. He closed his eyes,

his forehead told me that he wasn't. Quietly, I took the towel

and we made eye contact. His

was best to remain

he. I wiped his sweat, approached him slightly, and kissed his

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