Whispers Turn to Whimpers: Could He Ever Change?

"Red." Sherilyn answered, not really knowing why, but she genuinely liked the color.

Gilbert remembered, her puffer jackets, her coats, they were all red. And indeed, red suited her well.

"Red, huh," Gilbert muttered to himself, "Got it."

On such a calm night, he found himself thinking about marriage.

His and Sherilyn's first shot at marriage hadn't been all that great.

He had mentioned marriage to her before, but Sherilyn hadn't agreed.

Looking back, he could see his fault...

Marriage, such a sacred commitment, and he had broached the subject too lightly, not giving it the gravity it deserved.

This time would be different.

He would plan everything meticulously, starting with the proposal. Nothing could be left to chance.

Sherilyn loved red. So, the engagement ring would have to be a red diamond, her favorite.

At noon, after grabbing lunch from the cafeteria, Sherilyn brought back a portion for Rebecca.

"Thanks a lot." Rebecca said with a smile.

"No problem."

Her injuries were mostly healed, except for the bruises around her eyes, which hadn't completely faded yet. Worried about the curious glances and whispers from coworkers, Rebecca chose to stay in her

Sherilyn

box, "Looks like

it next to her, "Your favorite,

"Thank you, hehe."

"Rebecca, Rebecca White!"

voice called out for

That voice...

an instant, and she stood up quickly grabbing Sherilyn's hand anxiously,

scoffed, "He wasn't there

you

the

were injured and

here

he doing h now? Don't worry, I'll go

the door was forcefully pushed

startled

Rebecca, grabbing her wrist harshly, "Finally found you! Rebecca

bit her lip, her chin held high,

"Rebecca White!"

to trigger

disappearing for days on end,