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

tone was one of humility, unlike

really not

my hand over my belly, "What

as if Greg couldn't hear

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

explain, but darkness enveloped

scene before me

I saw a

mom, asking why I

to explain,

further and further away

like the way my grandmother left

her, shouting not

as she drifted further and further away until

"Don't go—"

woke up abruptly, "My

next second, my hand

behind my ear, soothingly stroking my

Jane, the

and I noticed the room

stood at the front, his hands covered

in shock, and I instinctively reached for my

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

happens again, I might not be able to save

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