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

one of humility, unlike anything I had heard from him

really not want

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

as if Greg couldn't hear

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

wanted to explain, but

scene before me spun

saw a little

called me mom, asking why I

to explain, but no sound

further and further

the way my grandmother left me in

her, shouting not to

I could only watch as she drifted further

"Don't go—"

abruptly, "My baby!

second, my hand was

brushed my sweat-damp hair behind my ear, soothingly stroking my

okay, Jane, the baby

gradually cleared, and I noticed

the front, his hands

dilated in shock, and I instinctively reached for my

lost a lot of blood, but the baby

this time, it can't endure much more, know

not be able to save

though I already knew about my grandmother's death, hearing it out