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.

didn’t think that Jared was thinking about something

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

embarrassing past, Agnes started to laugh.

completely absorbed, his eyes full of adoration.

were such a troublemaker when you

was indeed a troublemaker as a child, not liking to follow rules, climbing trees and catching fish with the boys. Although she was

since her mother passed away, she hasn’t played like she

really miss being a kid, if only we didn’t have

to remember something and lightly kicked the fire with

the world, what troubles could

and glared at Jared, “Do you know how annoying it is

it would be

man was beyond repairing from his narcissism

Jared’s face in the dark night seemed even

if it had been carved by a knife, the laughter in his eyes was different from