My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna)

Before I could finish my sentence, a voice suddenly rang out of the dark living room, "You don't have to check anything. I am the one who's been drinking. You can continue. Don't mind me!" I was almost scared to death. I couldn't help but give a startled shriek.

Fortunately, Hendrix reacted quickly and turned on the light. When the lights came on, we saw Aaron sprawled against the couch, holding a half-empty bottle of whiskey in his hand, his cheeks flushed. His eyes were glassy and it seemed that he was already drunk.

"Aaron!" I came back to my senses, relieved that our house wasn't broken into. I looked at him and roared, "What are you doing here? Are you crazy? Why did you come here in the middle of the night?" Hendrix was feeling a little startled as well. He looked at the drunken man leaning against the couch and asked, "What's wrong? Why did you drink so much?"

back my anger. I yelled, "I know you're disappointed and you want to drink, but why can't you find a place to drink by yourself? Why are you

I deserve it too? I know that it was my fault for not treating her right, but I feel really sad. I never wanted this to

one has ever taught me how to treat the people I love. I thought as long as I gave her a beautiful home to live in and all the money she ever wanted, it would be enough. She

a new life now. Aaron, no one blames you and no one thinks you deserved this. Since everything is out of your control now, you should not torture yourself. When you fall in love again in the future, you must express your feelings and

another person as much as I loved her. No one will wait for me for ten