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.

here about Yuna, wasn't he? But it

Edgar's eyes as he struggled to speak, his

I've come to

what? Sherilyn was still

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

Sherilyn's eyes, blurring

He actually

ugly incident would be forever buried with time. How

"Sherilyn..."

teary eyes, Edgar realized she looked exactly as he remembered her in his mind. "That

choked with sobs, the memory

"What about Gilbert?"

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

there was no reason

"That day, Gilbert saved me. He drove

"Oh..."

to Edgar. Otherwise, how could Sherilyn have escaped a grown man's clutches? But

ask, "After that, how did you

faltering, "Afterwards, don't you

don't know!" Edgar was uncharacteristically forceful, "I only knew you were

away,

avoidance only confirmed his

Tell me!"

answer. "What

I refuse to