My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna)

He raised his finger and pointed it at the screen behind him. "Look carefully. Apart from that face, Hendrix is no different from me right now. Can you still say you love him?"

Did love have to make sense? Love doesn't make sense at all.

This was something that Jordan would never understand.

Suddenly, I saw through his intentions. Setting Hendrix into his trap wasn't enough to satisfy his perverted desire to destroy us. He wanted more. He didn't want Hendrix to be loved. He didn't want Hendrix to be cared for. He wanted Hendrix to turn into a monster just like him.

"So what? It's his face that I love so dearly. Can't I do that?"

Seeing his grin disappear, I decided to go all out to infuriate him until he broke. "What? Are you planning to replace your face with his and try to live his life? Hmm, let me think about that. So, you think of yourself as God, but you can't even look at yourself in the mirror, am I right?"

His face changed again. Now, he looked dark and gloomy, like a rainy day in June. He seemed unpredictable right now. "You think you're so smart, don't you?"

"Am I wrong?" I insisted. "You're the one trying to see through other people's hearts. Shouldn't you know better? Anything above your personal goals comes from greed and desire. You can't stand seeing Hendrix being loved, not because you want him to have a better life, nor do you intend to be his 'savior' by trying to expel all desires on behalf of God. Love is endless. It will not smother. In a nutshell, you're just jealous. Jealous of him for having everything that you can't have!"

"Smash!"

wine glass towards the ground. The bright red liquid mixed in with the shattered pieces of glass. Bloody and dangerous, just

Taking another step to provoke him wouldn't benefit me either way. The atmosphere remained quiet. He looked like

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Jordan, who was immersed in his own thoughts. I once again showed my

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have disappointed you today. Anyway, I' still like to apologize in advance. fl don't see Hendrix returning safely, the fove I have for him will never disappear. Not just me

will never be fulfilled."

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out his hand and

and retreated to the side of the