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.

here about Yuna,

crimson hue filled Edgar's eyes as

come to

was still in the

slowly, "That day in Crestwood, you did nothing

from Sherilyn's eyes,

knew! He actually

would be forever buried with time. How

"Sherilyn..."

remembered her in his mind. "That day, you must have been so

Yes." Sherilyn's voice was choked with sobs,

"What about Gilbert?"

He wanted to know the full story of what happened that day.

was

Sherilyn spoke truthfully, "That day, Gilbert saved

"Oh..."

to Edgar. Otherwise, how could Sherilyn have escaped a grown man's clutches? But

"After that, how did

voice faltering, "Afterwards, don't

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

turned away, avoiding

only

me!"

answer.

refuse to