Goodbye, Mr. Regret

"So you want a divorce, you'd rather throw away your marriage and your child-all because you were jealous of her? Are you really that foolish?"

"We're husband and wife. She's just someone from the outside."

"Do you really think I'd propose to someone I didn't even like, the first time I met them?"

"I didn't just leave you behind."

"Wouldn't it be a waste to end this over a misunderstanding?"

"You sent out an SOS. I got it. I understood. I came for you, I came as fast as I could!"

"You almost drowned-in water barely up to your knees!"

"Why don't you want to hear me out? Are you afraid that everything really is just a misunderstanding? That you still care about me, deep down?"

Tears slipped from the corners of her eyes.

Maybe most women, when faced with the man they've truly loved, find themselves defenseless.

People say he's heartless, but that isn't true.

They say he's oblivious, but he's sharp as a tack-always able to pierce right to the core of her heart with unnerving precision.

And that, more than anything, infuriated her.

He knew she was still holding on, but he always ignored it, never giving her even the slightest response.

The tea she brewed, the comforting soup she made, again and again he never drank any of it.

It always went cold.

this world who could hurt her

in, quietly changed Daisy's towel, and tucked her blanket around her

her knees to her chest. Just like her heart,

trembling, and quickly moved to the other side

lashes soaked, tears streaking down her

thousand tiny

saw the wetness at the

she couldn't take it, or when

out

he had never seen her cry

beside her,

with aching

what to say

"Jessy."

hoarse and low. He reached out, his hand trembling, wanting to gather her close, to soothe her-but his hand froze in midair, afraid

pearls snapped from a string, each

hold back any

had to comfort

to see

and kissed the tears from

eye.

of me.

her voice was thick

was close, his