My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna)

"He slipped away." Freya spread out her hands, signaling that there was nothing there, no need to search.

Hendrix lowered his eyelids, deep in thought, then turned and started to leave.

"Wait," I stopped him. "Do you know what have they done to Evan?"

As silent as a mountain, Hendrix's back was facing me as he stopped.

Perhaps he didn't know, or he refused to admit it, but I wanted him to face reality, I wanted him to face everything he used to care about.

"Those people broke into Evan's house. They surrounded his wife and kids, threatened and forced him, injecting things into his body. You have seen drug addicts before, and that is Evan now. He trusted you, but what did he get in return? How did you treat him? You watched as Andrea humiliated and trampled all over him, you wanted him to pay for your personal gratitude and grudges, he was even willing to give up his body for those nasty things. He doesn't even want anyone to see him. This is how you treat friends who are closer to you than your brothers."

I walked up to him and forced him to look me in the eyes. The distance between us was not more than a fist.

When I was certain that his dark eyes were looking at me, my confidence soared as I confronted him head-on, "You're just acting, or you wouldn't have come."

Hendrix tilted his head as his eyes darkened. "So?"

I was taken aback by his answer, and looking upon his handsome, familiar face, my mind went blank.

the people were mostly kind, that even if they were strangers, they would still feel compassion for

hidden it all too well, or was I

softly, my voice hoarse. As long

I had

bat an eye as he answered a voice as calm as a cold silent lake. "No, all I can say is that he wasn't smart enough." "What?" I didn't

heard made me

exasperated. When had Hendrix

Andrea to take revenge on Evan, so

Evan not being

down so I could think of a

a casual step he was prepared to leave. Fortunately, I reacted fast enough to step forward

this was an opportunity to communicate, so how could I let him

to look at me and said, "You'd better let me go immediately, perhaps you

dark eyes, inexplicably stunned. I could not believe what I just

said it himself, that I was an inconvenience. So he had to

showed a faint smile. "You can continue to block me if you do not believe me. It's just a person's life, I could just pay a little compensation and after that, things will go back