Chapter 5

Lysander didn't give up. He started appearing frequently in my life again. But the more he did, the more ironic it felt. When I needed him before, he was absent. Now that I didn't need him, he was pretending to be devoted. One day, while I was reading in a bookstore, he sat down opposite me. "Isadora," he said softly, "I read Olivia's diary. I also spoke to some old classmates. I know how terribly wrong I was. I shouldn't have doubted you, shouldn't have protected her, shouldn't have..." "Stop." I closed my book. "You should have said these things to the Isadora from the past, not the one standing here now." He looked at me, pain filling his eyes. "I know saying this now is useless, but I truly regret it. I regret not believing you, not protecting you, regret letting you suffer so much." "What's the use of regret?" I looked at him. "Can regret make me forget the fear of the car accident? Can it erase all those years of hurt? No. Lysander, what you should regret is your own blin