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.

was no one else in this world

changed Daisy's towel, and

her knees to her chest. Just like her heart,

quickly moved to the other

eyes were open, lashes soaked, tears

like a thousand tiny needles

wetness at

tears before-when she couldn't take

his touch, crying out of frustration

her cry like

beside her, leaning against

with aching tenderness,

what to say to comfort

"Jessy."

his hand trembling, wanting to gather her close, to soothe her-but his hand froze in midair, afraid she'd push him

like pearls snapped from a string,

hold

to comfort

bear to see her

cupped her face gently, leaned in, and kissed

eye.

of me.

voice

face was close, his