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

of humility, unlike anything I had heard

you really not want

belly, "What are

as if Greg couldn't

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

explain, but darkness

scene before me

saw a little

mom, asking why I didn't

to explain, but no sound

cried, drifting further and

my grandmother left me

after her, shouting not

only watch as she drifted further and further away until she

"Don't go—"

abruptly, "My

next second, my hand was

behind my ear, soothingly stroking

okay, Jane, the baby

and I noticed the

the front, his hands covered

in shock, and I instinctively reached for my

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

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 of the baby, I

not be able to save

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