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.

him on an IV, after which he

Seeing Dailey's pale face and even paler lips on the

changed clothes and took a cab

arrived at Dailey's room, only to hear a soft, tender

ajar door, she saw Dailey's first love

herself and threw the

collapsed on the

She felt cheap.

had kissed her forcefully, and while she was angry, part of her wondered if it meant he

called her when he was sick, asking her to

But then...

What a hypocrite.

Damn playboy.

...

rain for three days straight, finally bringing an end to the

White Dew season,

birthday and my child's hundred-day celebration

the party in a

was perfect

"Auntie!"

came running over.

he's been asking about her. But with schoot and extracurricular classes, he's been quite busy. It had been a while since they last saw each

towards the back. "Go find