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.

past, this sweet dream would burst like

"I..."

only to hear the man say, "He took

politely showed the guy out and then opened

silent in there-it was as if Ed was always used

her way to the

reached out in the dark, down his arm, until she

upset with you earlier. Let's at least wait until I'm not so busy to talk

was her meeting him halfway-she'd already

held

"I won't take off this

we fight or argue until we're about to break up-as long as I haven't taken it off, we still have a chance,

in to him a

Ed hadn't done anything to hurt her. He was her boyfriend, and since she

probably because of the medication. "Okay,"

let out a breath and

just let the fight drop and

woke up, he was

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

not trust

just a random line she'd written, and she

been in her room, so he

a deep breath and called him

heavy voice.

speechless. She always went too