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 us, yet I found

want to talk

I wouldn't jump overboard. Then, grabbing

stood by the railing,

big deal. We've got all the time in the world

All my meal wasted.

changing my clothes was

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

he said, "We're about to

I looked towards the tail of the boat,

patted my head. "Don't worry about

I remained silent.

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

really wants to

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

ever could. Forget about him. If you behave, I might even let you keep the baby. But if you keep clinging to the hope that Gregory will come for you, I'll make sure you remember

swift motion,

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