Lost Me Gained Regret

Clarence slid into the seat next to Christine with a casual flair, signaling the bartender for another round. "Honestly, chatting with him is a drag. Sharing a drink with a beautiful lady like you is way more interesting." Christine, however, wished she was alone, specifically without Clarence for company.

How utterly boring.

Clarence, oblivious to her disinterest, even went as far as to share a moment in their group chat.

"Running into each other two days in a row, if that's not fate, what is?" he typed, adding a photo of Christine sipping her drink.

Gregory was too busy to glance at his phone at that moment.

But Dailey took a quick look.

Recognizing the background in Christine's photo, he stood up, made his way towards the door but then, with a heavy heart, turned back around. Christine had made it clear she wanted nothing to do with him. Why chase after rejection? Feeling uncomfortable with her drink, Christine found an excuse to slip away.

Once home, sleep eluded her, so she opened another bottle of wine.

Browsing through social media out of sheer boredom, she stumbled upon Clarence's recent post.

"Cephalosporin with alcohol, straight to heaven. Big thanks to the bro for the eye-opener."

Anyone familiar with their circle could tell he was referring to Dailey.

At that moment, Christine wondered if the medication she had someone run to get included cephalosporin. She hoped not to be blamed for any mishaps! Little did she know, Clarence's post was just a jest.

Despite his fury, Dailey wouldn't be foolish enough to end his life over it. He hadn't taken his medication and passed out from mixing it with alcohol.

the hospital to get him on an IV, after which he posted

clicked on the image. Seeing Dailey's pale face and even paler lips on the hospital bed

and took a

she arrived at Dailey's room, only to

ajar door, she saw

scoffed at herself and threw the porridge she

collapsed

She felt cheap.

forcefully, and while she was angry, part of her wondered if it meant he cared about her in

had called her when he was sick, asking her to

But then...

What a hypocrite.

Damn playboy.

...

three days straight, finally bringing an end

Dew season,

birthday and my child's hundred-day

the party in

was perfect that

"Auntie!"

running over. "Where's

with schoot and extracurricular classes, he's been quite busy.

pointed towards the back. "Go find