Goodbye, Mr. Regret

"She's here for the comic convention. I actually made a whole book of paper-cut illustrations for her. I wonder if she'll like it?"

Jessica's throat tightened.

She watched as Timothy and Henry stepped into the elevator together.

She was the one who had taught Henry how to make those paper-cut illustrations.

Most kids loved cartoons, and since she couldn't speak, she'd worried Henry might get bored when she watched him. After each show, she'd sit with him and do crafts, cutting out his favorite cartoon characters, making up little stories, and pasting them into a scrapbook.

Henry used to praise her for how pretty her paper-cuts looked, and in time, he'd learned to do it alongside her.

They'd created so many of those illustrated scrapbooks together.

Henry once promised that when he could finish a whole book by himself, the very first one would be for his mom.

Jessica never expected that day would come so soon-that Henry could already make a whole scrapbook on his own.

Her face pale, Jessica stepped wordlessly into the elevator.

Back in her room, a dull ache burned in her stomach, and fatigue pressed down like a heavy blanket.

She poured herself a glass of water, took some medicine, and lay down to rest. Her sleep was restless, haunted by shadows. In the end, a nightmare jolted her awake.

of that fire from seven years

Jessica grabbed her phone. It was already

an old

lake, each night at eight, crowds would gather

River back in Riverside City-where fireworks burst over the water every evening. If you

show. The Silverthread Eatery was less than thirty minutes from

for those little moments with the man she loved. If Timothy wouldn't go, she felt there was no point in

wish was

with her days numbered, she owed herself this one small

washed her face, threw on a coat,

lakeside, crowds drifted along the

walked hand-in-hand, whispering, some

the throng, offering roses to every pair

a city of eternal spring. Almost every rose in the country came from

own love story had never involved roses. In

gaze away from the

show was about to

boom, the first

lit up the dusk, scattering color