My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna)

Oblivious to my response, Andrea continued to mock me over the phone, "Miss Reid, if you really want Hendrix to return, I will let him know later. He might go back to you later. But don't wait up. After all, if the dishes are cold, it would not be tasty."

I couldn't take it anymore. I hung up the phone and looked at the dishes on the table. I felt completely ridiculed!

Love?

Trust?

It was all bullsh*t!

I returned to my bedroom, my mind was filled with the sarcastic words Andrea had spoken. It was ridiculous that I thought I didn't care at all. But in reality, my heart ached and I couldn't sleep all night. Lying in bed, my brain could not calm down. My thoughts played back to the painful memories. I recalled how bad he had treated me in the past... And how all the happiness and warmth that I recently felt have all disappeared.

I couldn't fall asleep no matter how hard I tried. I started to feel painful cramps from menstruation again. Perhaps it was because I had gotten some

running water while

also still early, or because I was not very sleepy... Whatever the reason was, I

went straight to

on the book tightened, "Has he

couldn't focus. After sometime,

that there wasn't anyone in the living room, I shifted my gaze towards the kitchen. There at the dining table was a man wearing a black suit. Sitting very upright at the dining

table. He sat at

looked at him, anger and pain burned in my chest. I felt uncomfortable as waves of emotions swirled

the call. Everything that

dishes are cold. Mr. Roberts, you should take care of your precious health, you shouldn't eat them," I said

and then, there was an indescribable emotion on his handsome face.

gentle and caring, but at that

"No, these dishes have gone cold and stale. Don't eat