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.

us, whipping around

want to

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

the railing,

looked 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 with each other. You'll get over this aversion

All my meal wasted.

my clothes was enough to make

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

said, "We're about

of the boat,

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

I remained silent.

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

hand, suspended in air, and smiled. "Samuel has taken a liking to Gregory. If Gregory really wants to enter these

Gregory wouldn't stand a chance in

the baby. But if you keep clinging to the

In a swift motion, I splashed the water

ditched the black coat, and made my way back