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.

world who could

Daisy's towel, and tucked her blanket around her with

curled up on the bed, hugging her

and quickly moved to the other side

soaked, tears streaking down

thousand tiny

saw the wetness at the corners of

remembered her tears before-when she couldn't take it, or

his touch, crying out of frustration

never seen her cry like

her, leaning against the

aching

what

"Jessy."

He reached out, his hand trembling, wanting to gather her close,

tears fell faster, like pearls snapped from a string, each one striking Timothy's

couldn't hold back

to comfort

to see her

gently, leaned in, and kissed

eye.

me. Don't

crying; her voice was thick with

was close, his breath