Perhaps it was due to the heat from recent days, a thunderstorm broke out outside.
The bathroom was deathly silent. I thought Hendrix was angry which played a part in this. After a while, I found out he wasn't.
He calmed down and straightened himself. Looking at me, he said, "Rest well."
Then, he turned around and left.
He was really whimsical indeed.
When Monique walked in, I was still in a daze on the bathroom floor. Seeing me in such a deplorable state, she exclaimed, "Arianna, do you not want to live anymore? Why are you doing this to yourself? Even if you don't love yourself anymore, at the very least, think of the baby!"
She carried me out of the bathroom. I sat somewhat rigidly on the bed and let her dry my hair.
After a long while, I asked Monique, "Do you th
