Lost Me Gained Regret

"Were you the one who changed my clothes?"

I woke up on the boat, draped in a set of peach-colored cotton pajamas.

Seeing Mark's shocked expression and then being caught up in a whirlwind of panic, I was too focused on finding a way out to remember the change of clothes.

A mix of emotions made me forget the incident completely.

Mark glanced at me, a fleeting emotion crossing his eyes, before he simply grunted in acknowledgment.

I tensed up immediately, a wave of revulsion surging within me.

I couldn't understand how Mark, once my most trusted and respectful friend, had become this person before me.

Even though it was done unconsciously, the mere thought made my skin crawl as if ants were marching all over me.

This physical discomfort was uncontrollable.

"All this drama over a change of clothes?" Mark said, pulling me up to the deck.

hit us, whipping around

want to talk

I wouldn't jump overboard. Then, grabbing a chair,

the railing, keeping distance

it you're just not used to it yet, no big deal. We've got all the time in the world to get comfortable with each other. You'll get over this aversion eventually."

All my meal wasted.

of him changing my clothes was enough

some hot tea," he offered, holding out a cup to me, which

said,

looked towards the tail of the boat, into the endless

and patted my head. "Don't

I remained silent.

even gently tried to tuck my wind-blown hair behind my@ars. I frowned and instinctively turned my head

smiled. "Samuel has taken a liking to Gregory. If Gregory really wants to enter these waters to save you, he'll have to deal with Samuel. But knowing Gregory, I doubt he'd dare."

wouldn't stand a chance in a direct confrontation." Hearing this,

I might even let you keep the baby.

a swift motion, I splashed the water

threw the cup away, ditched the black coat, and made my way back