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..."

heard Greg calling me, standing not far from me, his gaze filled with sorrow as he

one of humility, unlike

you really not want

"What are you talking

Greg

if you don't want it, that's okay. I just want you to

to explain, but darkness

before me

I saw a little

asking why I

mouth to explain, but

drifting further and further away from

like the way my grandmother

chased after her, shouting

I could only watch as

"Don't go—"

up abruptly, "My

second, my

sweat-damp hair behind my ear, soothingly stroking

the baby

noticed the room

the front, his hands covered in

shock, and

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

up, Dr. Andrews turned to me, "Ms. 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,

might not be able to save your

my grandmother's death, hearing it out loud tore