Ariel Morris's hands trembled uncontrollably as she held Arlo Seys' face, pale as paper, and tears streamed down once more.
"Arlo---what's wrong? Arlo Seys----you must be okay, don't sleep, let's talk, shall we? Talk to me, in these eight years, I have so much to say to you..."
Her tears flowed so fiercely, drop after drop, without stopping. Arlo Seys struggled to keep his eyes open, his lips curved into a weak smile as he looked at her and replied, "Okay---you talk, I won't sleep, I'm listening----"
Ariel Morris nodded joyfully, "I'll talk, Arlo---listen, after we broke up, I went to Dublin alone. Do you know Dublin? It's a very beautiful place, which I really liked. I want to go to Dublin with you, to have a real Christmas carnival there----Arlo, how about that? You'll definitely like it."
Arlo Seys smiled faintly, his eyelids growing heavier, but still lightly responded, "Okay, I'll go with you."
