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.

around us, yet I found it

to

sure I wouldn't jump overboard. Then,

stood by the railing, keeping distance

at me. "I'll take it you're just not used to it yet, no big deal. We've got all the time in the world to get comfortable

All my meal wasted.

of him changing my clothes was enough

slightly. "Have some hot tea," he offered, holding out a cup to

said,

towards the tail of the boat, into the endless darkness, seeing

into my hands and patted my head. "Don't worry about it, we're in

I remained silent.

He even gently tried to tuck my wind-blown hair

"Samuel has taken a liking to Gregory. If Gregory really wants to

chance in a direct confrontation." Hearing this, I clenched my fists but felt an odd trust in Gregory. He would find

let you keep the baby. But if you keep clinging to the hope that Gregory will come for you,

In a swift motion, I splashed the

ditched the black coat, and made my way back