My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna)

My grandma used to make flour porridge for me when I was a child. She'd boil the water first, then put the flour into the water once it was boiled, and stirred the mixture while waiting for it to be cooked. The

flour porridge would be done after ten minutes.

It was thick and melted in your mouth. Although it was nothing fancy, it was a good stand-in for soup.

I saw Sebastian lying in bed with his eyes closed when I went back to the bedroom. It seemed he had fallen asleep.

I whispered, "Mr. Milton, are you asleep?"

He didn't respond. I put the flour porridge aside before helping him pull up the quilt.

He unexpectedly grabbed hold of my hand. Shocked, I looked down and saw him staring at me.

I was a little surprised. "Did I wake you up?"

shook his head slightly.

gaze had turned to the bowl next to him. "What

bowl in my hand. "There's not much ingredients in it. I only found flour, so I made some flour porridge. Have a bite and see if it's edible." He tried to get up, but the wound

I moved too quickly, and

an awkward position to be, but fortunately,

staring and I explained in a panic, "I

he still staring at me like

before handing the

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with such a huge hole on his waist? I

it's not too much if I ask you to feed me, right?" I was

you're a serious man, so this doesn't come off very well as

smile, he took the bowl from me and took a bite. It was probably good as he nodded slightly, saying, "Did you often

really couldn't understand him sometimes. How could he change topics so

I often saw my grandmother make this for me. I just