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.

about Yuna, wasn't he? But it

eyes as he

come to

what? Sherilyn was still in

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

from Sherilyn's eyes, blurring her vision

He

be forever buried with time. How did

"Sherilyn..."

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

choked with sobs,

"What about Gilbert?"

he inquired. He wanted to know the full

was no

truthfully, "That day,

"Oh..."

have escaped a grown

"After that, how did you and Gilbert end up... in

her voice faltering, "Afterwards, don't you

uncharacteristically forceful, "I only knew

away, avoiding his

avoidance only

me!" Edgar faced

answer. "What

I refuse to