My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna)

I heard it and wanted to answer the voice, but I couldn't say a word.

He was still calling out my name, "Arianna." I tried to find the source of the sound based on my senses. Probably because I was trying too hard to grasp a hold of it, I suddenly found it difficult to even breathe.

In a daze, I seemed to have opened my eyes, and saw the black shadow standing next to me. I was more than familiar with it.

I reached out to grab onto him again. I felt the familiar warmth, but I didn't have much strength, and my hands slipped away from him again.

In the next second, my hand was suddenly held in a tight grip. He said, "Arianna, I'm right here!"

It was Hendrix's voice.

Hearing his voice, the fear and helplessness in my heart went away.

I wanted to nod, but I had no strength at all. I couldn't seem to even lift my eyelids.

in my ears. I could imagine the way

a frown.

problems now. She's still sleeping because of the exhaustion, and she'll soon wake up after

room, probably someone leaving. After a while, I felt my hand being held,

low voice beside my ear that said, "Arianna, you've been sleeping for two days already. Don't sleep

say something and to open my eyes,

a dampness on my dry lips, probably from a cotton swab. After a while, I felt that

was too sleepy and I couldn't do anything but fall into

eyes again and gradually saw everything around me

bed seemed to have fallen asleep, and his long dark hair

opened my mouth. My voice was still hoarse, but it was good enough for me to be able to

soon as I said that, I couldn't help but let out a chuckle. I hadn't died, and I was still

Hendrix straightened his back. He looked particularly forlorn, and there was some stubble on his chin. I reached out my hand

let out a laugh, "I just shaved it for you. Why did it grow out so

my hand and looked at me with his dark eyes. He failed to utter a word