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..."

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

one of humility, unlike anything I had heard from

not

my belly, "What are you talking about? Our baby is

it seemed as if Greg

want it, that's okay. I

wanted to explain, but darkness

before me

I saw a

called me mom, asking why I didn't want

explain,

drifting further and further

way my grandmother

after her, shouting not

could only watch as she

"Don't go—"

abruptly,

second, my hand

sweat-damp hair behind my ear,

okay, Jane, the

I noticed the room was

Andrews stood at the front, his hands covered in

and

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

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

it happens again, I might not be able to save

knew about my grandmother's death, hearing