My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna)

I wanted to cry but I couldn't do it. The child was called Callum, a name given by Irvin, he no surname was given. His tomb was placed in the south.

The child's picture on the tombstone was blurred while the front of the tomb was covered in weed.

I squatted in front of the tomb and started cleaning the surrounding mess.

Leaning my forehead against the tomb, I smiled faintly. "I'm sorry, my child for only being here now."

I had been avoiding this for so many years. I thought I could get over it, but I couldn't.

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I cast a sideways glance at the tombstone in front of her. It was the tomb of a middle-aged woman. It was probably her mother.

There was nothing I could say to comfort her. I remained quiet, watched her cry, and felt an emptiness in my heart. Why didn't I have any tears to cry?

After a while, the woman stopped crying. When she noticed me, she was slightly stunned. She said in a hoarse voice, "You..."

smiled faintly, "I'm here to

the picture on the tombstone. Although the picture was not in the best condition, she could tell that it was a child. After a

with reddened eyes, "Life is truly

say anything and

hadn't left yet. It

an eight-year-old child. She had a happy family - parents and a younger brother. The four of them lived

Her mother could not bear the sorrow, so she remarried, taking her brother

fortune-telling. Her presence made her

abuse and torture. As a young girl, she made the harsh and helpless decision

complete shock. I didn't understand why she

was stunned, I didn't think much

after all. I

apartment and took a long nap. In

I cried and woke up from my dream. I couldn't sleep any

and I was in