Whispers Turn to Whimpers: Could He Ever Change?

"Look..."

"Look..."

Both of them hesitated for too long, and when they finally spoke, they did so in unison, leading to a shared laugh.

"You go first," Edgar gestured to Sherilyn.

Nodding, Sherilyn cautiously observed his expression, "You're doing alright, aren't you? Don't be too hard on yourself."

She was referring to the situation with Yuna.

"Yeah." Edgar's smile curved, "I know."

Truth be told, he was embarrassed to admit that he wasn't exactly heartbroken but rather felt a sense of relief.

Being with Yuna was more of his mother's, Adela's, doing than his own. He had agreed to it under the relentless pressure from his mother. Logically, finding out Yuna was two-timing should have infuriated him. Yet, he felt... nothing.

Because his feelings for her were lukewarm at best.

This realization spared him any sense of guilt.

As for being upset... there were other things on his mind.

"Sherilyn."

A mist seemed to gather in Edgar's eyes as he stuttered. "I'm sorry, I owe you an apology."

Sherilyn was taken aback, confusion spreading across her face.

saying this? He was here about

as he struggled to speak, his voice

I've come to

Sherilyn was still in the

"That day in Crestwood, you did nothing wrong. It was my mom... my mom

tears surged from Sherilyn's eyes, blurring her vision as

knew! He actually

would be forever buried with time.

"Sherilyn..."

as he remembered her in his

Sherilyn's voice was choked with sobs, the memory still

"What about Gilbert?"

He wanted to know the full story of what happened that

was

tears, Sherilyn spoke truthfully, "That day, Gilbert saved me. He drove that man

"Oh..."

could Sherilyn have escaped a grown man's clutches? But

did you and Gilbert end up... in

faltering,

don't know!" Edgar was uncharacteristically forceful, "I only knew you were willing

away,

avoidance only confirmed

Tell me!" Edgar

an answer.

refuse