"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.

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

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

I've come

was

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

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

knew! He actually

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

"Sherilyn..."

realized she looked exactly as he remembered her in

voice was choked with sobs,

"What about Gilbert?"

full

point, there was

truthfully, "That day, Gilbert saved

"Oh..."

Otherwise, how could Sherilyn have escaped a grown man's clutches? But one

ask, "After that, how did

voice faltering,

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

away, avoiding his

only

me!" Edgar

an answer. "What

I refuse

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