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.

she remembered the past, this sweet

"I..."

hear the man say, "He took his meds, and he's out now.

guy out and then opened the

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

felt her way to the bed

the dark, down his arm, until she found the

with you earlier. Let's at least wait until I'm not

was her meeting him halfway-she'd

and held hers, but he didn't say

take

you. Even if we fight or

to

her limits. At least so far, Ed hadn't done anything to hurt her. He was her boyfriend, and since she knew he had some mental

seemed really mellow, probably

a breath and closed her eyes. "Sleep

let the fight drop and

up, he was

to grab some clothes, but her notebook wasn't there. She

trust Ethan

and she still had no clue why she

room, so he was the only one

took a deep breath and called him

a low, heavy voice. "Yeah, I

felt speechless. She always went too