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..."

me, his gaze filled with sorrow

one of humility, unlike anything I had heard from

really not want our

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

if Greg

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

to explain, but darkness enveloped

before

saw a

asking why I didn't want

opened my mouth to explain,

cried, drifting further and

the way my grandmother left me in my

chased after her, shouting not to

watch as she drifted further and

"Don't go—"

woke up abruptly,

my

hair behind

okay, Jane, the baby

gradually cleared, and I noticed

Andrews stood at the front, his hands

dilated in shock, and I instinctively reached for

back, "You lost a lot

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

it happens again, I might not be able to save your

grandmother's death, hearing it