Averting my eyes, I slowly lowered my head and clammed up.
As an independent person, I naturally had the right to relinquish everything for the love of my life. No matter how unreasonable it seemed, it was my personal choice.
However, having come to this point in my life, I couldn't just live for myself. I could no longer disregard Aaron's care and brush his concerns aside.
Aaron had always been afraid of rattling me, so without waiting for my attitude, he cooled down first. "Think about it, have I ever blocked you from making your own choices? However, it is different this time. It doesn't matter how you acted in the past, as Hendrix was at least an upright and honest person. But he's now cold- blooded and ruthless. The thing is, once you cross over into the grey area of the underworld and provoke the military, it will be a suicide mission!"
"Arianna, you have to understand one thing. The reason why we work so hard to survive is to experience the seasons changing, to enjoy the beauty of life. It is not to plunge into some hellhole and become an emotionless being with only eyes for benefits. I understand that you're refusing to accept this reality, that you're waiting for Hendrix to have a sudden epiphany, just like me. But everyone is different. I may be a scoundrel, but I wouldn't be caught dead committing a crime. Your waiting means nothing but misspent time."
I didn't know why, but when I heard Aaron's last sentence, the image of Hendrix ridiculing Evan with "not smart enough" appeared in my head. In retrospect, I found those words somewhat backhanded. Was he talking about Evan or was there a double meaning, a hint for me?
Once I realized that I was lost in my thoughts, I immediately wrenched myself back to my senses. However, it was too late. Aaron's face had already darkened, every single strand of his hair was telling me that he wasn't happy that I hadn't been paying much attention.
Everyone had a bottom line. Respecting someone meant not crossing that fine line.
Of course, I was a scoundrel all the same. It was not the first time that I offended him. Even if our relationship was not affected, it'd still expended an inexplicable amount of enthusiasm. If I chose to go on with this toxic love, selfish and headstrong, ultimately I'd meet the same end as Andrea Burton.
Hendrix Roberts, this was the last time that I'd have anything to do with you.
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