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 Yuna, wasn't

hue filled Edgar's eyes as he struggled to speak, his voice

I've come to

what? Sherilyn was still in

Edgar continued slowly, "That day in Crestwood, you did nothing wrong. It

tears surged from Sherilyn's eyes, blurring

knew! He

this ugly incident would be forever buried with time. How

"Sherilyn..."

with teary eyes, Edgar realized she looked exactly as he remembered her in his

choked with sobs, the memory still

"What about Gilbert?"

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

was

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

"Oh..."

to Edgar. Otherwise, how could Sherilyn have escaped

frowned, struggling to ask, "After that, how did you and Gilbert

faltering, "Afterwards,

was uncharacteristically forceful, "I

turned away, avoiding

avoidance only confirmed

me!" Edgar

an answer. "What

refuse