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

eyes as he struggled to

come

Sherilyn was still

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

eyes, blurring her vision as she covered her

knew! He

forever buried with time. How did

"Sherilyn..."

Edgar realized she looked exactly as he remembered her in his mind. "That

Sherilyn's voice was choked with sobs, the memory

"What about Gilbert?"

as he inquired. He wanted to know the full story of

was no reason

"That day, Gilbert saved me. He

"Oh..."

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

did

faltering,

know!" Edgar was uncharacteristically forceful, "I only

away, avoiding

avoidance only confirmed

Tell me!"

answer. "What

I refuse to