Regret After Losing Love

Finally, after recuperating for some time, I was healthy enough to go home. Unfortunately, the hospital discharge took a long time and by the time I got home, it was already well at night.

When I opened the door, the first thing I saw was Brat. He was sitting on the sofa with his back facing away from the light and a cigarette between his lips. From the look of his face, it seemed he was ready to confront me.

"Nora, do you know why I didn't stay with you during your surgery?" he asked.

"Of course, I do. You were too busy lending your hand to Karen!" I said nonchalantly, as I walked into the room with my clothes in one hand

Bart was about to say something when his eyes fell on my freshly grafted arm. Suddenly, a flicker of guilt raised in his heart. "Nora, I'm sorry. I had never expected that you would get hurt that day. I thought because you had filmed scenes with fires before, you could handle this situation better. On the other hand, Karen is a timid girl. She became an art teacher as soon as she graduated. She never encounters any hardship. As you know the fire was so intense. If I hadn't saved her, how could she, a school teacher, who spends all her time with kids, be able to escape?"

"So, you did realize that the fire was so intense!" I looked pointedly at Bart.

"Nora, can't you stop with your sarcasm? Karen and I are just like brother and sister. I don't understand why you're always so paranoid about our relationship. You even slapped her right after she got out of the fire. She didn’t even hold it against you, so what more do you want?"

"You're right. I used to be paranoid. I'm always the one who misunderstands the two of you. Well, I did hit her and she called me a dog in her social media post. I’d say we’re even."

I threw a screenshot of Karen’s post at his face. "If I’m not wrong, she probably blocked you from seeing this post, didn’t she?"

After he saw the photograph, Bart looked at me with an awkward gaze. "Ugh, Karen is still childish. I'll talk to her about it later. Don't hold it against her; she doesn’t mean any harm."

He did it again. As usual, he told me to not hold this matter against her. I had heard these words hundreds of times and yet I was always the one who got hurt, the one who got overlooked.

Before, I might have argued with him until the skies fell, but now, after everything I’ve been through, I was not as disappointed as I used to be. Instead, all I felt was fatigue. Maybe facing death had changed something in me.

In fact, Karen was not wrong. In Bart's heart, his god-sister would always come first. My life could not even compare to a single tear from Karen.