My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna)

"If you do not wish to meet under such circumstances, I can leave." My voice was soft but loud enough for Irvin to hear.

No one would want to be seen by their loved ones while lying on a sickbed with lingering sickness. Hence, to make sure that his emotions were taken care of, a gradual process was needed.

All Irvin did was stare at me like time and space were frozen. His gaze was unmoving, and he didn't even look mad. All that could be heard was the beeping noise from the machine indicating that he had a heartbeat and was very much alive.

In the world of adults, staying silent is a sign of indirect rejection, or it could mean that Irvin was not prepared to meet me.

A small smile appeared on his face and he gave a light nod, allowing himself to calm down. I understood how he felt, thus I made no complaints.

As I turned around, there was a voice behind me that said, "I was expecting you. Come and sit. I knew you were coming, sit."

Upon taking a deep breath, I suppressed the loneliness and cries in my heart and regulated my composure. I brought a smile up to my face and sat by the bedside.

"How are you feeling today? Are you feeling better?" These greetings were always hard to avoid, but it was still naturally said.

"Do you want the answer to be a negative or positive one?" Irvin asked with much effort, but still maintained a self-mocking expression. It was unsure who he was rivaling with.

"You don't really have to care about my feelings at this point. You are the patient, so you have the right to do anything you want. Just say what you

was like a farce. When dealing with fights or arguments, people would always say a bunch of

the real deal with the god of death or the grim reaper, we would still be smiling, telling those around us that we were fine and we would get better. It was like lying to destiny, to be in defiance of

was, the longer the show would

up all his energy. "It's unbearable. I am in a lot of

This is very frustrating."

said out of anger, but I was still upset. I stopped what I was doing

warm breath spread and turned into layers of mist plastered

I shook my

should not be afraid I have already found the best doctor,

easy defeat when it

to you."

so, I paused and looked up. I lightly fist-bumped his arm. "Be strong,

lowered

at the spot

His emotions