Whispers Turn to Whimpers: Could He Ever Change?

"Huh."

Edgar let out a soft, self-mocking laugh.

"I always thought I was there for you, but the truth is, when you needed me the most, I was either absent or powerless..."

"Edgar!"

Sherilyn's heart skipped a beat, and she interrupted him sharply. "Stop it! It's not your fault. You weren't obligated to help me..." "Right."

Edgar nodded, his eyes intensely fixed on her.

"That's the thing... It's not my business... Huh, huh."

His laughter was laced with a mix of despair and determination.

"Sherilyn, let me ask you, when everything fell apart, did you think of reaching out to me?"

"..." Sherilyn was momentarily stunned, unable to respond.

"No, right?"

Edgar forced a bitter smile, "When you faced troubles, you never thought of me. What does that tell you?"

It was a hard truth he had to accept.

"It means, in your mind, I'm not someone close enough to rely on!"

"..." Sherilyn was at a loss for words.

She couldn't argue against it.

After everything happened, she had thought of reaching out to her brother Francis, indeed... she never thought of Edgar. "Edgar."

Sherilyn took a moment to gather her thoughts.

Looking him in the eye, she said, "To me, you are a friend, a good friend."

"I understand." Edgar nodded, "I've put you in a difficult position..."

Sherilyn felt a pang of guilt, her eyes welling up, "Don't say that..."

"Huh." Edgar chuckled softly, then suddenly said, "From now on, I won't make it difficult for you anymore."

"!" Sherilyn was startled, her eyes wide with surprise.

"You heard right."

After saying it, Edgar seemed much. more at ease, sighing with a smile, "I've given up... Sherilyn, I'm not waiting anymore, and you don't have to consider me anymore."

Sherilyn couldn't hold back her tears.

Choking up, she murmured, "Edgar, you... thank you."

"Don't cry."

Seeing her eyes moist and red, Edgar's smile deepened, "If you cry like this, I might think you can'tdet go of me, and then I might change my mind?"

"..." Sherilyn was stunned, her tears flowing even more freely.

She knew he was joking.

"You're really... such a bother."

"Ha!"

Edgar stood up, walked over to her, and handed her a tissue, "Dry your eyes, will you walk me out?"

"Yeah." Sherilyn took the tissue, wiped her face hastily, and stood up.

"Sherilyn."

Edgar's smile faded, and he asked abruptly, "Do you... like Gilbert?"

"Huh?" Sherilyn was taken aback, not understanding why he would ask that out of the blue.

She didn't answer, and Edgar didn't press further.

Instead, he said, "If you like him, why let go?"

Even though she hadn't answered, Edgar was convinced she did like Gilbert. And he began to persuade her.

"..." Sherilyn was a bit stunned, unsure of what expression to wear.

"Why are you looking at me like that? As if I'm pitiful."

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Sherilyn scoffed, retorting, "What do you know?"

Her gaze darkened, "I've fought for him already, from fifteen to twenty, I've been trying..."

She smirked, "And I failed."

"Then and now, it's different."

Edgar shook his head, smiling slightly.