Goodbye, Mr. Regret

Chapter 6

Jessica's eyes brimmed with tears.

A message had popped up-it was from her old university animation mentor, Ines.

She could almost see Ines's warm, gentle smile in her mind's eye.

It had been seven years since they'd last met.

Jessica was just sixteen when she'd started posting her paper-cut animation shorts online. That's when Ines stumbled upon her work by chance.

Even though Ines was already a star in the world of visual design, she never put on airs. Instead, she sought Jessica out herself, told her that with her talent, she could recommend her for a scholarship to Riverside Media Institute, and offered to take her on as a student.

So, at sixteen, Jessica found herself at Riverside.

Ines always believed Jessica was destined for greatness in animation. Determined to help, Ines even learned sign language just to better communicate with her, pouring heart and soul into nurturing Jessica's unique gift—blending 3D animation with the traditional art of papercutting.

Jessica's final project won the grand prize at the National Animation Creators' Competition. Suddenly, offers poured in from leading animation studios.

But at the very moment her mentor was counting on her most, Jessica walked away from it all. She chose love, married Timothy, and settled into the role of the devoted wife.

Now, thinking back to their last meeting, Jessica could hardly believe she'd told Ines she was choosing love over career.

been too ashamed to

few hollow words

[I'm doing well.]

replied almost

good to hear. I

typing bubble lingered. After a long pause, several messages arrived in quick

have a wonderful opportunity for you, and I don't want you to

3D animation director, saw your graduation project. He was so moved by your blend of 3D and traditional papercutting

about your aphasia. He said the Aetherion studio has access to the most advanced neuroscience

always hope to

even finished reading before tears blurred

Ines know she only had half

to finish a major animation, not to work miracles with a voice

over the keyboard, deleting and rewriting, before

[I'm sorry, Ines.]

And typing. But in the end, nothing else

Late at night.

car up to the