Lost Me Gained Regret

Christine wasn't one to beat around the bush. She believed in being forthright.

"If you can't handle the game, best not play," she thought, not wanting any future misunderstandings.

Yet she didn't speak her mind. Instead, she suggested, "There's this indie cinema nearby. Let's check it out."

Merritt trailed behind Christine as they crossed the street, his eyes downturned, "Sorry, Chris. I just wanted to bring you some snacks, didn't mean to intrude."

"If I've taken up your time, I'll make it up to you," he offered.

Christine laughed, feeling the evening's chill. She had thrown on a casual jacket and pulled it closer, asking, "And how would you do that?"

"..."

Merritt moved closer, "Whatever you want, I'm here for it."

Christine looped her arm through his, "Next time, just call before doing these surprise visits."

Merritt suppressed his joy, looking a bit hurt, "I thought you'd find it bothersome, that's why I didn't call. If you don't like it, I won't do it again. Just don't hate me, please." Christine knew his words were more about tactics than feelings.

But she loved hearing them all the same.

were

the blunt, harsh words of some jerk that

not didn't matter. She had

worry, just give me a call next time.

"Your wish

you're happy, that's all that

do anything to keep you smiling, to ensure you never shed

...

Dailey detested hospital stays.

bit better after some IV fluids, he insisted on going home. Clarence couldn't stop him,

voice quivering, tears welling up but not falling, "It's my fault.

she spoke, she dabbed at a tear that threatened to fall, gently blowing on the cotton ball still on

a nurse to look at

voice soft

"Make sure she

a fever. If you insist on leaving then I

won't be able to

swney

fine. I have medication at home. And you,

night.