Regret Came Too Late

Grace stood in the living room, watching the man in the white coat go into the master bedroom.

She stayed by the door, trying to hear something, but it was silent inside.

A little worried, she sat on the couch and waited ten minutes before the man in the white coat came out. She hurried over to him.

"How's Ed?" she asked.

The man had striking almond-shaped eyes that narrowed slightly when he looked

at people, giving him a commanding air.

"He's fine. He's often like this. The medication will help."

Often? It was no wonder some of the things he did seemed so obsessive.

She looked at the case the man was carrying. It was full of medication, probably all for mental health issues.

"Don't these drugs have side effects? Doesn't it make him more anxious?" Grace asked.

The man raised an eyebrow slightly and smiled. "What makes him anxious has never been the side effects. Ms. Lambert, haven't you noticed? You're the best medicine he has."

Grace fell silent. She knew Ed had high expectations of her, but she couldn't reciprocate them, and that was why he was in pain and anxious.

She rubbed her temples, feeling a little defeated. "Are you a doctor? Then maybe you can help me get my memory back. Maybe if I remembered the past, I'd understand why he's so anxious."

"If your memories were restored, would you still look at him the same? That's why he's worried. In your lucid state, you never even acknowledged his existence."

believed her amnesia fueled Ed's unease, yet his apprehension stemmed from the potential for her

the past, this sweet dream would burst

"I..."

"He took his meds, and he's out

politely showed the guy out and

black and silent in there-it was as

her way to the bed and slid under the

in the dark, down his arm, until she found the red

wait

was her meeting him halfway-she'd already given

man's hand gently turned and held hers, but he

closer to him. "I won't take off

it proves I still like you. Even if we fight or argue until we're about to break up-as long as I haven't taken it off,

gave in to him

was her boyfriend, and since she knew he

really mellow, probably because of the medication. "Okay," he said

let out a breath and closed

just let the fight drop and fell

Grace woke up,

and opened her closet to grab some clothes, but her notebook

trust Ethan

she'd written, and she still had no clue

he

deep breath and called

a low, heavy voice. "Yeah, I took