Lost Me, Gained Regret (Jane and Bryant Ferguson)

Maybe the person I'm waiting for will never show up.

The girl, sharp as a tack, approached with a smile, "Sweetie, are you waiting for someone?"

"Yeah."

"Your friend must be stuck in traffic. It's always a mess around the stadium at this time."

Seeing my disappointment, she smiled and came closer, tilting her head, "How about I keep you company while you wait?"

"Aren't you going in?"

"I couldn't snag a ticket."

She shrugged, her lips turning downwards in a mix of disappointment and resignation.

I chuckled, "Then, keep me company."

He's not coming, and I'm not really waiting for him.

I'm waiting to finally give up hope.

Another hour passed, the crowd in the square thinning out, my fingers almost numb from the cold.

An announcement over the PA system reminded everyone it was the last call for entry.

"Jane." Suddenly, a familiar, warm voice came from behind.

I turned around, surprised, and saw Mark in his brown trench coat. I paused for a moment, then smiled, "Mark, what a coincidence."

He raised an eyebrow, "Indeed, it is a coincidence. Fancy meeting you here again."

The girl, who had gone to a vending machine to buy drinks, came back, saw Mark, and her eyes lit up. Handing me a bottle of water, she said, "Your boyfriend is so hot! He could be a pop star." I was immediately embarrassed, not sure whether to explain or not.

Mark, in a way that didn't make me feel awkward, clarified our relationship, "Where's Bryant?"

"He's not coming."

"Then, shall we go in together?"

"Just you?" I was puzzled.

"Yeah."

"Alright then."

Concerts are indeed less fun alone.

I looked up at Mark, "Wait for me a sec."

Then, I handed my extra ticket to the girl, "You should go in."

"Really?"

Her eyes widened with surprise and delight, her smile almost too big to contain, "Thank you so much! Should I transfer you the money?" "No need, it's an extra ticket anyway."

Extra stuff, if not given away, is just a waste. Better to give it to someone who needs it.

Mark and I headed to the entrance, only to see the girl still in the square, apparently talking to a friend who also didn't have a ticket.

"Jane, hold on a sec." Mark said, striding over to them, and it seemed he gave them a ticket.

I saw the girls jumping up and down in excitement.

Youth is wonderful, being young is wonderful.

Problems seem clear and straightforward, and solutions easy and simple.

Once we got inside, I realized Mark had swapped tickets with them so our seats were together.

Sitting down, I asked, "Why did you buy two tickets if you were coming alone?"

Mark glanced at me with a faint smile, "Because I was hoping to come with someone."

"What?" I was confused. "Then why are you alone?"

Mark replied, "I don't quite have the right to invite her yet."

That's when it hit me. It was one-sided love.

And here I thought someone as outstanding as Mark would have no shortage of young, beautiful women around him. It turned out even he could face rejection. Love, it seems, is fair, treating everyone the same.

No matter if you're successful or good-looking, you have to face the hardships of love just like everyone else.

Looking at Mark again, I felt a sense of camaraderie, "No wonder Steven said you were hurt by a girl. I thought he was joking, but now looks like it's true." His gaze deepened, still fixed on me, "It is true."