Heartstrings on Fire

Jared was soothed by Agnes’s gentle call of “honey”.

Now, she called him that more naturally.

Jared took a bite of a roasted potato.

The well-roasted potato was fragrant, sweet, and soft, melting on his tongue as soon as he bit into it. It suddenly reminded Jared of his first kiss with Agnes. That kiss was just as sweet

He turned his head to look at Agnes, who was looking at him expectantly.

She asked, “How is it, how does it taste, is it sweet?”

Jared replied, “Not bad, it tastes like you.”

Agnes frowned, “That’s a weird comparison.”

But then she turned her face away and busied herself with the com in the fire.

was thinking about something while

gnawed on the com, she told stories from her childhood, “I loved staying at my grandma’s house when I was little, because there were all sorts of foods that you couldn’t get in the city. In the summer there were berries, in the winter there were potatoes. Once, I followed the neighborhood kids to raid a beehive and ended up in the hospital because of the bee stings. Another time,

embarrassing past, Agnes started to

was completely absorbed, his eyes

you were such a

climbing trees and catching

her mother passed away, she hasn’t

we didn’t

seemed to remember something and lightly kicked the fire with her shoe

man in the world, what troubles could

“Do you know how annoying it is when

I thought it would

repairing from his narcissism

Jared’s face in the dark night seemed even brighter than the

flaws, the curve of his chin looked as if it had been carved by a knife, the laughter in his eyes was