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..."

heard Greg calling me, standing not far from me, his gaze filled with sorrow as he looked at my

unlike anything

really not want

belly, "What

it seemed as if Greg couldn't hear me at

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

explain, but

scene before me spun

saw a

mom, asking why I didn't want

mouth to explain,

cried, drifting further and

my grandmother left me in

after her, shouting not

no sound emerged; I could only watch as she drifted

"Don't go—"

up abruptly, "My baby! My

my hand was gently

brushed my sweat-damp hair behind my ear, soothingly

okay, Jane, the

I noticed the room

front, his hands covered

pupils dilated in shock, and I instinctively reached for

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

allowing the medical 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

again, I might not be

already knew about my grandmother's