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.

Next to me, someone was sobbing quietly. It was a woman who was in her thirties. sᴇaʀᴄh thᴇ Find ɴøᴠel.nᴇt website on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

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 best condition, she could tell that it was a child.

me with reddened eyes,

say anything and kept

left yet. It seemed that she didn't want

had a happy family - parents and a younger brother.

bear the sorrow, so she remarried, taking her brother with

Her

torture. As a young girl, she made the harsh and helpless decision to end her life in

me, I was in complete shock. I didn't understand why she would say something like this to a stranger

stunned, I didn't think much about

my home, after all. I only came to visit my

back to the apartment and took a long nap. In my dream, I saw my child waving and

woke up

was torn apart, and