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..."

from me, his gaze filled with sorrow as he looked at

humility, unlike anything I had heard

you really not want our

my hand over my belly, "What are

if Greg couldn't hear

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

wanted to explain,

before

saw a

mom, asking why I didn't want

opened my mouth to explain, but

cried, drifting further and further

grandmother left me in my

her, shouting not to

as she drifted

"Don't go—"

up abruptly,

second, my hand

behind my ear, soothingly

okay, Jane, the baby

gradually cleared, and I noticed the room was filled with

the front, his hands

dilated in shock, and I

a lot of blood, but the baby is fine,

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 hope you can

I might not be

already knew about my grandmother's death,