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

early, or because I was not very sleepy... Whatever the reason was, I still couldn't sleep. So, finally I decided to

to the study and

from downstairs and the lights in the yard lit up once again. My grasp on the book tightened, "Has he come back so soon?" Sᴇaʀ*ᴄh the

focus. After sometime, I put down the book

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

cold dishes were still on the table. He sat at the table and ate

anger and pain burned in my chest. I felt uncomfortable as waves of

since Andrea answered the call. Everything that could happen between them,

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

there was an indescribable emotion on his

but at that

"No, these dishes have gone cold and stale. Don't eat them!" Then, regardless of whether he had started eating or not, I poured all the dishes into