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.

the past, this sweet dream would burst like a

"I..."

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

out and then

in there-it was as if Ed

to the bed

the dark, down his arm,

shouldn't have gotten upset with you earlier. Let's at least wait until I'm not

meeting him halfway-she'd already given in

turned and held

"I won't take off this red bead bracelet and

long as I have it on, it proves I still like you. Even if we fight or

to

her boyfriend, and since she knew he had some mental health issues, it made

mellow, probably because of the medication. "Okay," he

out a breath and closed her

the fight drop and fell

Grace woke up, he

her closet to grab some clothes, but her

not trust Ethan

she'd written, and she still had no clue why

room, so he

took a deep breath and called

with a low, heavy voice. "Yeah, I

She always went too easy on