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..."

faintly, "I'm here

the tombstone. Although the picture was not in the best condition, she could tell that

looked at me with reddened eyes, "Life

and kept

hadn't left yet. It

had a happy family - parents and a younger brother. The four

could not bear the sorrow, so she remarried, taking her brother with her while

a fortune teller who made meagre income through fortune-telling. Her presence made

her grandmother took out all the pain and suffering in her life on her through abuse and torture. As a

she shared these with me, I was in complete shock. I didn't understand why she would say something like

was stunned, I didn't

was not my home, after all. I only came to visit

and took a long nap. In my dream, I saw my child

brimming in my eyes, I cried and woke up from my

and I was