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.

one else in this world who could hurt her like

towel, and tucked her

hugging her knees to her chest. Just like her

saw her shoulders trembling, and quickly moved to the other side

open, lashes soaked, tears streaking down her

thousand tiny needles pricking at

saw the wetness at the corners

tears before-when she couldn't take

out of frustration

never seen her cry like

slowly crouched down beside her, leaning against the

aching

didn't even know what to say to

"Jessy."

wanting to gather her close, to soothe her-but his hand froze in

from a string,

hold

to

bear to see her

and kissed the tears from the corner of

eye.

go of me.

voice was thick

his