22 BLAME AND REGRET

  LUKE'S POV   Looking through the door, I felt so sorry for Harriet. Her pale face was still and serene, with tubes and wires connecting her to machines. My eyes were almost filled with tears, but I wasn't the crying type. When I lost my parents, I barely shed a tear.   But now, it hurts so badly to see Harriet in this condition. And although she cheated, she did have a point back there. I started spending less time with her, getting angry at her easily. Always maintaining a serious expression, even when she tried to lighten my mood.   Seriously, what had gotten into me? It didn't start like this. The beginning of our relationship was a perfect combination of mirth and humor; every moment was electrifying. Butterflies of glee surrounded us, and tender kisses, heavenly moments, and intense happy occasions. But my recent attitude had ruined it all. What a scumbag I was.   "Oh, sir, you've finally arrived," Jack uttered, approaching me.   "Just look at her right now, unconscio