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

sweet dream would

"I..."

say for a second, only to hear the man say, "He took his meds, and he's out now. You should go be with

guy out and

in there-it was as if Ed was always used to being

felt her way to the bed

the dark, down his arm,

wait until I'm not so busy to talk about marriage, okay?" she comforted

was her meeting him halfway-she'd already

held hers, but he didn't

"I won't take

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, we still

to him

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

lashes fluttered lightly. He seemed really mellow, probably because of the medication. "Okay," he said

out a breath and

both just let the fight drop and fell asleep

up, he

up and opened her closet to grab some clothes, but her notebook wasn't

trust

line she'd written, and she still

room, so he was the only one who could have taken

a deep breath and called

with a low, heavy voice.