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."

stemmed from the potential

she remembered the past, this sweet

"I..."

second, only to hear the man say, "He took

showed the guy out and then opened the bedroom

was as

felt her way to the bed and

hand reached out in the dark, down his arm, until she

at least wait until I'm not so busy to

halfway-she'd already given in a

and held hers, but he didn't say

him. "I won't take

I have it on, it proves I still like you. Even if we fight or argue until we're about to break up-as long as

to him a bit

was her boyfriend, and since she knew he had some mental health issues, it made sense

He seemed really mellow, probably because of the medication.

let out a breath and closed her eyes. "Sleep

fight drop and fell asleep

Grace woke up, he was

up and opened her closet to grab some clothes, but her notebook wasn't there. She remembered writing in

not trust Ethan

just a random line she'd written, and she still had no

Ed had been in her room, so he was the only

breath and called him to ask

a low, heavy voice.