Acidity Of Regret Novels & Stories

My tone was steady, as though I were merely stating a fact. Silas’s face drained of all color. He knew, deep down, that it was his own doing—the trust he shattered with his own hands. He clutched my arm like a drowning man grasping for a lifeline. “We still have time. We have so much time ahead of us. Please…” I shook my head. “Silas, the marks of hurt never fade. When you refused to save Yael, when you accused and berated him without listening, it was already over. You made sure there wasn’t enough time for us.”

“Fuck you a mean ass when you get played with.” “This is not the type of mean-ass that I would like to be.” There is a word that a man like me never needs to say but it has just become a word that will be uttered for the very first time. Regret. I regret letting myself out there to get hurt. Another word a man like me thought he would never say. Hurt. These have brought me to a wave of unmistakable anger. I am angry that I am letting a women hurt me like this. She is making me regret every single thing and the moment I have shared with her.

“You came alive in Paris, didn’t you? Not because of your designs, but because he was there, offering you the warmth and the freedom you craved. You looked at him like he was your salvation, seconds after I had risked my entire company to protect you from the media scandal. And now you return, expecting to walk away clean?” “Walk away clean?” I laughed, a sharp, broken sound. “I wish I could walk away clean! I regret every moment of weakness I ever showed you! I regret the press conference! I regret the dinner! I regret the night I allowed you to touch me! I regret every single second I let myself believe you were capable of feeling something other than contempt!” The explicit regret—especia

And now, her absence created a hollow ache in my chest, the silence amplifying her absence until it felt deafening A hollow ache settled in my stomach; regret gnawed at me. I told myself it was nothing, just a fleeting moment but how could I deny the intensity of what we had shared? As much as I tried to dismiss Avery, her image persisted: the warmth of her touch, the sweetness of her voice, the depth of her care. Her absence amplified that loss, until the silence felt deafening, and my inaction was a heavy burden of failed responsibility.

his words vomited with venom and bitter pains, like a snake spitting its venom, and this thought brought a stab of sadness, regret that not only was he hurt but that his pain hurt me as well, like a knife twisting inside my heart. "You rejected me Zara," Adrian said, cracking a voice, watering eyes faced me, face was agony, like someone who lost everything. He asked, almost in a whisper, "So, how come you are here, then?" and he searched my face and eyes for answers as if to find a lifeline. But I didn't turn you down, I wanted to say, I said I was thinking it through, I'm still thinking through it before you chose Jenny. These were the words held back at my lips, as I gazed with a heaviness

“I didn’t want any of this.” I stared at her, really looked. At the way her bottom lip trembled, fighting for control. At the way she folded into herself when she felt cornered, her knees drawing up slightly in the passenger seat. At the way her guilt cut deeper than my jealousy ever could, carving lines of pain across her delicate features. And all at once, the fury drained out of me, leaving something heavier. Something sharper. Regret. It tasted bitter on my tongue, like the cheap whiskey I’d drowned in after our first fight months ago.

and then I saw them. Returning with the drink to stand in the scant heat of the sunshine, I watch holidaymakers and tourists going about their moronic activities. Hot alcohol and caffeine sear a trail down my throat but still, there's no warmth inside me. She was coming to see me... Coming to say she'd be with me... Shivering, I drain the dregs. Bitter as bile, churning and toxic, regret wells up inside me... Enfolds me in its harsh embrace... Overwhelms me...

he said "Why....why are you suddenly being so nice?" I asked "Was I rude before?" He asked "You were harsh and unkind" I replied "That was only because I was angry, am not usually that kind of person" "So you are no longer angry?" I asked "Yeah, in place of anger, I feel regret" he said "Regret? What regret?" I asked "I keep thinking if only I had admitted to kissing you when you first asked, if only I wasn't stubborn to you, all this wouldn't have happened and none of us will be in these situation and you wouldn't have to endure people's spiteful comments" he said

It was a coldness that drilled into her bones. She pulled her hands away from his warm palms and responded, "Do I still have a home with you? When I married you back then, where were you when I wanted to live with you forever? Where were you when I was in trouble for being pregnant with your child? Jeremy, there’s no medicine for regret in this world. If there was, I would be the first to consume it. I regret marrying you and giving birth to the children of a man like you! "Don't show up in front of me again. I don't want to see you again, ever."

And now when I can see her goodness in light, Her eyes are closed in darkness. If only I could revertback time, If only I could set things right. This regret is killing me from inside. Her innocent face is making me cry. And with each teardrop that is falling on her face. I am repeating one thing again and again "I love you Aleka I love you....." -by Aaron Alistaire king _____________________________________ Aaron's pov I never thought such a day would come in my life when I will be filled with this overflowing emotion called regret I always thought that the decisions taken by me always served justice.