Goodbye, Mr. Regret

Her short animated videos online.

Her university graduation project.

Her drawings of The Grand Canal, Venice and Zimmerman Mansion, along with the awards and various works she'd received in college.

It wasn't until Timothy saw all this on his phone that he realized she had been telling the truth.

She was perfectly capable of making a living-of supporting herself without anyone's help.

Yet he had always seen her as delicate and helpless, assuming she couldn't survive without him, like a fragile flower dependent on a vine.

But with her own talent, she had quietly broken through, rising to the top of the animation world.

And what had he done? He hadn't helped her career in the slightest.

He'd even stood in her way when she wanted to work, all for the sake of Sheila's future.

He truly had no excuse.

Mr. Smith sent Jessica a congratulatory email.

"You're incredible, Jess. You're my idol! My new movie is going to shine because of you."

"Mr. Smith, don't go overboard. I didn't even do that film. By the way, I still have a few finishing touches left on that character; I'll have them done soon. You're not in a rush, are you?"

have time before the production deadline. Take it easy. I heard you're back

the time we meet again, my work

you for my next project? I'll

to you in a little

a matching donor, she wouldn't have much

worsened for now, and she was still

to spread, things would turn

to give anyone

been running around

up the possibility

hold off. Her parents were her absolute last

years away, unable to care for them, and watching her mother worry herself sick, she couldn't bring herself to come home only to burden

tell him after the divorce

just keep accepting his help endlessly, not like

invite her to the celebration party for their

away. The pain was

a special gift for everyone, and I'll have

come to realize something profound: helping others was a way to

ago,

and given only six months to live, she

would allow her to resolve