Regret Came Too Late

The man's shoulders trembled with anger, and his eyes welled up with tears, but he couldn't get a single word out in response.

The others quickly tugged at his sleeve, signaling him to drop it.

Grace simply pushed open the door and walked right in.

She saw that Jasper had already sat up. His cheeks were flushed, and he looked unwell.

Grace filled a glass with water, offered it to his lips, and placed the fever medication within his reach.

"Hurry up and take this. Your health is more important," she said.

But Jasper's eyes were fixed on his roommates.

The roommates all looked uncomfortable, knowing he'd heard their spat with Grace outside.

But they weren't usually friendly with Jasper-barely exchanging a few words with him all year-so their awkwardness only lasted a few seconds before they resumed their individual activities.

Grace seemed totally unaware of the weird vibe in the room. Once Jasper swallowed the pills, she seemed relieved.

"Jasper, have you thought about getting an apartment off-campus?"

blinked, his voice quiet as he asked, "Are you seriously trying

was surprisingly sensitive about

if you deny it, will they really think any differently of you? Why

heavily as if

roommates looked at each other for a few beats, a little taken aback

on campus. I asked at the infirmary; there are a few residential buildings there that

roommates finally snapped. One of them cleared his

lady, we're still in the room, you

already begun

have

didn't have much stuff anyway. To avoid drama with his roommates, he even did his laundry

had his things packed in under ten minutes. "Ready?" she asked Jasper

an hour. The lady renting the place took

listening to Grace

and started

was done sweeping, she took the garbage bag

the phone on the bed rang. Thinking it was his, Jasper picked