Aaron was as giddy as a child. For a moment, I didn't know how to carry on with the conversation. I could only watch him carry the fruits into the front yard.
He said with joy in his eyes, "If you like it, I'll bring them more often from now on. If you want to go back to Hovell, let me know, and I'll take you back. We can go back together!"
My nose twitched, and I felt somewhat rattled. Aaron was lonely, so was I. I finally understood why he said we belonged nowhere.
My eyes were so sore that it was causing discomfort. I took a breath and said calmly, "Well, it's getting late. You should go back!"
People relate through dependency.
Since there was no sense of belonging, no matter how far we went, our heart and soul would wander.
Aaron fixed his eyes on me and suddenly laughed. Before I realized what happened, he pulled me into his arms and said, "Arianna, everything is well this way."
I didn't say a word and looked up at the jeep that was slowly pulling up behind him.
Hendrix!
Why did he come back?
Hendrix got out of the car so fast and dragged me away before I could push Aaron away. If it weren't for Aaron's car beside me, I would have been thrown far away.
Holding the car, I steadied myself. When I turned around to watch them, Hendrix's fist had already landed heavily on Aaron's face. Hendrix's punch was so strong that the corner of Aaron's mouth swollen up immediately, and he bled from it.
Just as Aaron was struggling to regain his sense, Hendrix pinned him to the ground and threw continuous punches at Aaron.
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