Goodbye, Mr. Regret

Chapter 14

"Timothy."

Sheila called his name softly.

Timothy turned around.

Fireworks exploded overhead, casting a bright glow across the park. Timothy glanced back toward the spot where he thought he'd seen Jessica, but she was gone.

In the flicker of light and shadow, Jessica had already slipped into the crowd.

Blinking, Timothy scanned the area, his sharp features tightening with concern as he searched for any sign of her.

Sheila noticed him looking around and glanced about as well, puzzled. "Timothy, did you spot someone you know?"

"No," he replied, his voice flat.

Just then, a street vendor approached with a basket of roses, his pitch practiced and cheerful. "Sir, these roses are fresh this evening. Roses symbolize rare beauty-why not buy one for your wife? It means she's one of a kind, and shows just how deep and sincere your feelings are."

Sheila was about to refuse, but Timothy was already reaching for his wallet. He handed the vendor a few bills and accepted a single rose.

Up above, more fireworks lit the sky. Jessica found them dazzling, almost painfully bright. The display wasn't as lovely or romantic as she'd imagined. Maybe it was romantic, but that feeling belonged to someone else.

She turned and walked away.

Timothy offered the rose to Sheila.

at her lips. "Timothy... isn't this a bit

vendors have it tough it's

smile faltered for a second, but quickly returned as she accepted the rose, her

show drew to a

end; he

a designated safe area, a few vendors were selling

the lakeside

to close her

her head-and to sneak a peek at the comic convention, hoping to catch a

No such luck.

she went, it seemed she couldn't escape stumbling

to watch Ines from afar tomorrow,

at her hotel, Jessica packed her things, checked out, and

The next morning.

early at the

lengths to disguise herself:

couldn't bear for Ines to see

one of the first guests inside; the exhibition hall was still sparsely

excited voice rang out

"Ines is here!"

ducked behind a

by several people. Two assistants carried a large, framed artwork draped in a