Lost Me Gained Regret



In a bustling Hollywood scene where favors were as common as morning coffee, two veteran actors agreed to join my mom's latest project, purely out of respect for her.

The project's kickoff was an event no one wanted to miss, especially not my mom.

"Gregory mentioned he'd be back by Thanksgiving, right?" My mom asked, uncertainty clouding her voice.

I wasn't sure myself, but I nodded anyway, hoping to ease her worries.

As she slipped on her shoes, she added, "Why don't you have Chris come over for a chat? Don't just mope around the house. You know, all your troubles have packed up and left."

"Sure, anything you say," I agreed, just to see her off with a peace of mind.

Left alone in the sprawling house, I found no joy in exploring. Instead, I huddled over the coffee table, sketching away my frustrations.

But my mind was a mess, and satisfaction eluded me in every drawing.

Gregory had promised to call once he was free, but the phone remained silent.

I hesitated to disturb his rest, pondering how couples in long-distance relationships ever managed to survive the constant agony.

"Jane!"

Christine burst in, her presence as warm as the summer sun, waving a bag of pastries in the air.

"I got us some sweet treats. Come on, a little sugar might cheer you up."

I sighed, "How did you know I was feeling down?"

"Bella told me. She saw you on the balcony last night, looking all lonely. Then she called me up, worried. She had to rush off to set this morning but asked me to come keep you company."

My mom had noticed my foul mood over breakfast but I brushed it off, blaming it on morning sickness to avoid worrying her further.

"Has Dailey said anything?" Christine asked, a hint of irritation in her voice.

She ground her teeth, "Nope. I asked him nicely and he just walked away. Now he's ignoring my calls and texts."

"And Gregory hasn't called you back?"

"He did."

But my heart was still restless.

"He mentioned some complications with a deal, but I know something's wrong."

Christine pondered for a moment, then said, "Abroad isn't as safe as here, but it's not like the old days either. Gregory's smart; he'll be fine."

"Don't worry too much. Maybe he

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just doesn't want to keep his business partners waiting. Abroad, he can't expect everyone to work around his schedule like they do here."

She pushed the pastries closer, trying to lighten the mood. "He said he'd be back by Thanksgiving. Hold on to that. And if he's not, I'll head over myself to check."

What else could I say? I forced a smile, "I couldn't send you into a possibly dangerous situation."

Christine's eyes twinkled with mischief, "What if I wasn't going alone?"

I was perplexed.

She chuckled, "Dailey's worried about Gregory too. Even if he isn't, he could still lend a hand, right?"

I couldn't help but laugh at her blatant matchmaking. "You're really something, you know."

Christine hugged me tight, "We all deserve a bit of happiness, don't we?"

I playfully shoved a piece of pastry into her mouth, "But flying across the globe on a whim sounds a bit too adventurous, don't you think? I can set you two up back here."

"No, no, no," she protested, wagging her finger with a mysterious grin. "Sometimes, a little adventure can spice things up."

I was skeptical, "So, it's all about romance, even if it's risky?"Exclusive content © by Nô(v)el/Dr/ama.Org.

She laughed, quoting, "Even a ghostly existence under the peonies is preferable to a dull life."

And so, amidst the chaos and

concern for Gregory, a plan began to

form, one that involved more than just waiting and worrying. It was a testament to the bonds formed in the face of adversity, and the lengths we go to for those we care about.