Goodbye, Mr. Regret

He barely had time to react before the wooden beam crashed down, striking him squarely on the head.

He crumpled to the ground, blood welling from his forehead—at first a trickle, then a steady stream, as if a spring had burst open.

Jessica's vision blurred, everything tinted crimson.

In that split second, Herbert understood why Timothy had swerved his bike into theirs.

He'd done it to save them.

Herbert scrambled to his feet and pulled Jessica up, quickly moving toward Timothy.

But Timothy, struggling, turned his head to look at Jessica.

His eyelids drooped, heavy with the effort, but he forced them open, refusing to

look away.

"Timothy, are you alright? I'm calling an ambulance right now."

Herbert crouched beside him, worry etched across his face as he fumbled for his phone and dialed emergency services.

Suddenly, Timothy's chest heaved, his whole body trembling. He pressed his lips together, but blood still seeped from the corner of his mouth.

he had to let it spill out. His body kept

She staggered to him, her legs unsteady, collapsing

"Warmth "

tried to reach for her, but he was too weak to move. All

fluttered shut and his head lolled to the

"Timothy, Timothy..."

Don't fall asleep,

you can use this as an excuse

"Timothy..."

to his hand, gently shaking

again and again, but he just couldn't

could see the panic and fear etched

He felt it too.

he'd done to Jessica, Herbert couldn't just stand by, not after witnessing Timothy throw

Mute, don't worry. She'll be okay,"

her scarf and

through almost instantly, no match for the

already lost so much

pounded in her

knew he'd been

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