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

tone was one of humility, unlike anything I had heard from

not want our

placed my hand over my belly, "What are you

Greg couldn't hear

that's okay. I just want you

wanted to explain, but darkness

before

saw

asking why

mouth to explain, but no

cried, drifting further and further away from

grandmother left

her,

I could only watch as she drifted

"Don't go—"

up abruptly, "My baby!

next second, my hand was gently

behind my ear, soothingly

okay, Jane, the baby is

I noticed the

the front, his hands covered in

shock, and

a lot of blood, but

staff to clean 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, I

not

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