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..."

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

unlike

not want our

over my belly, "What are you talking about? Our

as if Greg couldn't hear

don't want it, that's

wanted to explain, but

scene before

I saw

me mom, asking why I didn't want

opened my mouth to explain, but no sound came

further and further away

like the way my grandmother left

after her, shouting not

sound emerged; I could only watch as she drifted further and further

"Don't go—"

woke up abruptly, "My baby! My

my hand was

hair behind my ear,

okay, Jane, the

cleared, and I noticed the room was

the front,

in shock, and I instinctively reached for

gently patted my back, "You lost a lot of blood, but the

this time, it can't endure much more, know losing Ramona has been hard to accept,

again, I might not be able to save

grandmother's death, hearing it