Lost Me Gained Regret

Greg noticed the quiet figure in his arms had finally succumbed to sleep.

After confirming she was indeed asleep, he gently placed her on the bed with the utmost care.

He then went to prepare a warm towel, using it to gently wipe away the tear stains on her face.

Afterward, he swiftly showered, slid under the covers, and pulled her back into his embrace.

...

I had a lengthy dream.

It began with meeting my grandmother, recounting the days we spent together.

Followed by kidnappings, explosions...

And then, my grandmother's passing, without me having the chance for a final goodbye.

Whom should I blame?

Blame Mark?

But in the end, I should blame myself.

It was my own lack of ability to protect them.

My grandmother, the children.

The children...

"Jane..."

far from me, his gaze filled with

one of humility, unlike anything I had heard

not want our

over my belly, "What are you talking

if Greg couldn't hear me at

that's okay. I

explain,

scene before

I saw

asking why I

my mouth to explain, but no sound came

cried, drifting further and

grandmother left

chased after her, shouting not to

watch as she

"Don't go—"

abruptly,

second, my hand

sweat-damp hair behind

the baby is

I noticed

stood at the front, his

dilated in shock, and

gently patted my back, "You lost a lot of blood, but the baby is fine, don't

Webster, although the baby is okay this time, it can't endure much more, know losing Ramona has been hard to accept, but for the sake of the baby, I

I might not be able to

knew about my grandmother's death, hearing it out loud tore