My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna)

Right after I spoke, Irvin suddenly raised his voice.

"I want to marry you."

I raised my head slightly and looked into his stubborn eyes.

"You cannot reject me," Irvin said coldly. "I'm only like this because of you. In the beginning, in order to control Hendrix, the Marshall family decided to skip the human experiment and use you as a test against the radiation to determine if there would be any genetic changes. I offered myself in replacement of you and entered the experimental room in your place. Now, I am left to suffer the aftermath of it."

As he spoke, he laughed with a miserably weak look on his face. As I listened to his shocking revelation, I couldn't help but hold a greater grudge against him.

He sneered as he said, "The radiation's aftereffects can't be cured with medication. This is what you owe me, Arianna."

I was in the same boat as he was. We were both patients; how would I dare to be calculative at this point?

The pain of Irvin's sickness had significantly decreased his problem-solving abilities. He still had yet to realize that I was not the woman I used to be. Forgiveness and empathy would never work on me anymore.

The ward descended into pin-drop silence. Finally realizing that he had been rejected, hethen slowly laid down and stared blankly at the ceiling.

you won't even bat an eye my way.

he stopped talking. His eyes were shut tight as if they'd been

were an act or a lie, as long as the patient's wish could be fulfilled, the end- goal of providing encouragement could still be

well. Telling him a white lie was ridiculous to him; he could even perceive it as a sign of sympathy and an opposite result may

I couldn't keep any promises. I just

give it to him

was unsure if Irvin was asleep, but he refused

you again tomorrow." I stood up, checked the machines one more time, took my bag, and turned to leave. S~ᴇaʀᴄh the ꜰindNʘvel.ɴet website on Gøøglᴇ to access

voice halted me in my tracks the moment I held

"Arianna."

change your mind to marry me,

at

was not asleep. Whatever he said was not an imagination. It was his intention, an obsession he had for years

years.

still didn't dare to say it out loud. I acted like I didn't hear anything and closed the door

my exit, Shirley immediately stood up from the chair and