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.

was here about Yuna, wasn't he? But it didn't sound like

eyes as he struggled to speak, his voice

come to

what? Sherilyn was still in the

you did nothing wrong. It was my mom... my

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

He

had thought this ugly incident would be forever buried with time. How did

"Sherilyn..."

she looked exactly as he remembered

choked

"What about Gilbert?"

to know the full story of what happened that day. "How did you

there was no

Sherilyn spoke truthfully, "That day, Gilbert

"Oh..."

sense to Edgar. Otherwise, how could Sherilyn have

to ask, "After that, how did

voice faltering, "Afterwards, don't you

know!" Edgar was uncharacteristically forceful, "I only knew

turned away, avoiding his

avoidance only

Tell me!"

answer.

I refuse