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..."

standing not far from me, his

of humility, unlike anything I had heard

really not want

placed my hand over my belly, "What are you

as if Greg couldn't hear me

you don't want it, that's okay.

to explain, but darkness enveloped

scene before me spun

I saw a little

called me mom, asking why I

opened my mouth to explain, but no sound

and further

the way my grandmother

her, shouting not to

as

"Don't go—"

up abruptly, "My baby!

my hand was gently

my sweat-damp hair behind

okay, Jane, the baby is

cleared, and I noticed the room was filled with

at the front, his hands covered in

and I instinctively reached for

a lot of blood, but the baby is fine,

although the baby is okay this time, it can't endure much more, know losing Ramona has been hard

it happens again, I might not be

grandmother's death, hearing it out loud