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?"

"What else can it be? Yana got married today and he's depressed about it." I looked at him and couldn't hold back my anger. I yelled, "I know you're

my fault for not treating her right, but I feel really sad. I never wanted this to

as he spoke. He continued with a tearful face, "I know I need to cherish her and treat her well, but no 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 knew that I didn't mean

blames you and no one thinks you deserved this. Since everything is out of your control now, you should not

won't fall in love ever again!" he cried. He laid on the ground, sobbing like a child. His voice choked as he continued, "I will never ever love another person