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,

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

I've come to

was still

in Crestwood, you did nothing

moment, tears surged from Sherilyn's eyes, blurring

knew! He actually

ugly incident would be forever buried with time. How did he find

"Sherilyn..."

Edgar realized she looked exactly as he remembered

voice was choked with sobs, the memory still

"What about Gilbert?"

as he inquired. He wanted to know the full story of what happened that day. "How did

was no

day, Gilbert saved me.

"Oh..."

how could Sherilyn have

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

stiffened, her voice faltering, "Afterwards, don't

forceful, "I

turned away, avoiding his

avoidance only confirmed

me!" Edgar

answer. "What

refuse