After an unknown amount of time, Sylvan Cheney paused and spoke: "Jasmine."
Jasmine Yale was sitting on the balcony sunbathing, and she gently rocked the wicker chair: "Here."
"Is Yukon's injury healed..." Sylvan seemed to muster up his courage, "If possible, say sorry for me."
Jasmine Yale chuckled lightly: "Sylvan Cheney, don't you know? I've already lost that friend, lost him forever."
"Jasmine..."
"It's fine, not seeing me, he can live peacefully and well for the rest of his life, that's good."
"Are you not going to forgive me?"
"Whether I forgive you or not, what difference does it make? What is lost, is lost forever." Jasmine Yale said softly.
Just like back then, when the doctor told her she might never have the chance to be a mother again, what could she do?
What needed to be accepted, still had to be accepted.
Not everything can have a chance to be salvaged.
"Jasmine..."
