Unclaimed Secrets

In the dream, the cold, damp wall loomed before him, and right in the center was that deep, black word "regret," pressing down on his vision.

This time, his mind was clear. He slowly raised his hand, with veins bulging on the back, fingertips rough and stiff, nothing like his own.

Desmond woke up from the dream in the morning.

He let his arm rest casually across his forehead. This time, he wasn't