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.

she waking up yet?" Hendrix's question rang in my ears. I could imagine the way

a frown.

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

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

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

and to open my eyes, but I couldn't, no matter

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

I couldn't do anything but fall into a

eyes again and gradually saw everything around me clearly,

the edge of the bed seemed to have fallen asleep, and his long dark hair was

still hoarse, but it was good enough for me to be able

help but let out a chuckle. I hadn't died, and I was still alive. That feeling was

back. He looked particularly forlorn, and there was some stubble on his chin. I reached out my hand to touch it, and it pricked

just shaved it for you. Why did it grow

hand and looked at me with his dark eyes. He failed to utter a word for a long time, seemingly overjoyed, and there were