There Is a Kind of Regret That Calls Us

The love remains, but we have no way out. This is not a book about "missing out", this is a book about "cost". The book contains several short stories that happened in different time and space and under different identities. Together, they explore a cruel proposition: When "better you" comes at the cost of "losing us," does this separation become a necessary sacrifice of fate? Here, there is no bloody betrayal or hysterical quarrels. There is only sober sinking, gentle pushing away, and those "goodbyes" that have to be swallowed in order to fulfill each other.