Regret Came Too Late

Grace stood in the living room, watching the man in the white coat go into the master bedroom.

She stayed by the door, trying to hear something, but it was silent inside.

A little worried, she sat on the couch and waited ten minutes before the man in the white coat came out. She hurried over to him.

"How's Ed?" she asked.

The man had striking almond-shaped eyes that narrowed slightly when he looked

at people, giving him a commanding air.

"He's fine. He's often like this. The medication will help."

Often? It was no wonder some of the things he did seemed so obsessive.

She looked at the case the man was carrying. It was full of medication, probably all for mental health issues.

"Don't these drugs have side effects? Doesn't it make him more anxious?" Grace asked.

The man raised an eyebrow slightly and smiled. "What makes him anxious has never been the side effects. Ms. Lambert, haven't you noticed? You're the best medicine he has."

Grace fell silent. She knew Ed had high expectations of her, but she couldn't reciprocate them, and that was why he was in pain and anxious.

She rubbed her temples, feeling a little defeated. "Are you a doctor? Then maybe you can help me get my memory back. Maybe if I remembered the past, I'd understand why he's so anxious."

"If your memories were restored, would you still look at him the same? That's why he's worried. In your lucid state, you never even acknowledged his existence."

Grace had believed her amnesia fueled Ed's unease, yet his apprehension stemmed from the potential for her memories to resurface at any moment.

remembered the past, this sweet dream

"I..."

a second, only to hear the man say, "He took his meds, and he's out now. You should go be with him,

out and then

silent in there-it was as if Ed was always used to being in the

the bed and slid under

his arm, until she found the red bead

Let's at least wait until

was her meeting him halfway-she'd already given in

hand gently turned and held

closer to him. "I won't take off this

still like you. Even if we fight or argue until

to him

anything to hurt her. He was her boyfriend, and since she knew he had some mental health

lightly. He seemed really mellow, probably

out a breath and closed her

both just let the fight drop and

Grace woke up,

her closet to grab some clothes,

not trust

a random line she'd written, and she still had no clue why

been in her room, so he was the

breath and

a low, heavy voice.

She always went