My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna)

"Good... night."

I finally came back to my senses a few seconds later. I turned over, held my head and asked Hendrix, "How did you know that Cyril was also at that bar?"

"I didn't." Hendrix smiled proudly with his eyes closed. He looked as though everything was under his control.

"You didn't?" I didn't believe him. "Then, could you be so sure that someone would pick Freya up?"

Hendrix finally opened his eyes and looked at me with his deep dark eyes. He said, "Because I've truly understood the feeling of missing someone, especially when they refuse to see each other."

"Any other details?" I suddenly became very interested and waited anxiously for his explanation.

Hendrix slowly closed his eyes again and refused to say anything else. "My lips are dry. I don't have the strength to continue."

He had picked up Aaron's arrogant way of speaking it seems.

All in all, wasn't he simply trying to get the better of me right now?

have a choice because I too wanted to satisfy my own curiosity and hear about this gossip

you tell me

really proud of himself. Although he quickly hid it from me, I

should have stood my ground. I should have just cried and make a fuss about it. I'm sure he would have told me

him take

word and didn't

between my neck and the

Men are trash!

to lose my temper, Hendrix

do you think I would do if you weren't with me

"What would you do?"

put my phone into flight mode, then call your number over

changed the topic. understand. There were too many things that you couldn't say or do at that time. But that's all in the past now. The

I'm trying to say is, emotions are like a flood. No one can stop them. I can't stop myself from the feeling of longing for someone. I can't even control myself

thought of something and asked, "But Freya said that she would put an end to their relationship. She would have blocked Cyril's number,

"Woah! Could it be?"