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.

else in this world

towel, and

her knees to her chest. Just like her

quickly moved to the other side of the

were open, lashes soaked, tears streaking down

a thousand tiny

at the

tears before-when she couldn't

touch, crying out of frustration

her cry like this-quietly,

slowly crouched down beside her, leaning against

with aching

tightened-he didn't even know what

"Jessy."

wanting to gather her close, to soothe

from a string,

hold back

had to

couldn't bear to

her face gently, leaned in, and kissed the tears from

eye.

of me.

her voice was thick

face was close, his breath warm against her