Another Word For Regretful Mga Nobela at Kwento

I looked at him with so much regret in my eyes. "That's my biggest regret Dude. Nawala na sa isip kong humingi ng tulong sa inyo dahil ilang doktor na ang nag-eksamin sa akin. Sobrang liit na ng tingin ko sa sarili ko. Pakiramdam ko para akong hayop na pinagpasa-pasahan. Hindi ko na alam kong anong tamang gawin."

"Stop overthinking." Nagulat ako. Hindi ko namalayang gising na pala siya. "Sorry," bulong ko, umiwas ng tingin. Hinaplos niya ang pisngi ko. "Do you regret it?" Saglit akong natahimik. Do I? "No," mahina kong tugon. "But... I don't know what it means for us." He nodded slowly. "Neither do I."

But now, in these fragile words, Marcus saw not just the man he had once called his father, but a glimpse of the past—a past that had been buried under layers of regret, confusion, and unresolved pain. Ang kabigatan ng mga salitang iyon ang bumasag ng husto kay Marcus sa paraang hindi niya kaya ipaliwanag. He felt as if the world had shifted beneath him. His heart ached with a sharpness he hadn’t felt in years, and the tears that had been buried deep inside him began to spill over. His Adam’s apple bobbed in his throat as the emotions he had spent so long keeping at bay surged to the surface.

"Your children understand why their mother made this decision. But they won't understand it forever. So now, you need to act before your children completely resent you." Dark clenched his fists, guilt and regret flooding him. Alam niyang ang dami niyang pagkukulang kay Cassandra, at hindi niya kayang isipin na maging dahilan siya ng sakit ng damdamin ng pamilya niya. He swallowed hard, looking down as he processed Grey’s words. "I lost them," he thought, feeling a pang of fear in his chest. His absence, his mistakes—they were all catching up to him. 'If only he could turn back time...' As he stood there, drowning in regret, a sudden voice broke the silence.

Napakagat ako sa labi ko na maramdaman ko na parang hinihiwa na naman ang puso ko. "It's really difficult for me to look in the mirror and I'm not proud of the man I see there when I do. I am s-sorry. I am really s-sorry. I know that what I did was wrong and I know that it hurt you deeply. I wish I could take it back, but I c-can't. All I can do is tried to show you how much I regret what I've done and ask for your forgiveness."

Ang bawat salita ay parang sinisindihan ang lumang sugat. “Sorry sa kagaguhan ko. Sorry at sinaktan kita. Sorry kasi wala ako sa tabi mo noong mga panahon na pinagbubuntis mo ang anak natin. I’m sorry I was not there to help you every time our daughter was crying. I’m sorry I am too late, baby. I promise I will try to make up for all of it, kahit papaano, habang buhay,” he whispered almost inaudible, the words lingering in the air like a confession.

I said. Kitang-kita ko ang panghihina sa mga mata niya. Kita ko ang sakit at pagsisi dito pero wala akong maramdamang awa sa kanya. Kung totoong mahalaga ako sa kanya, bakit niya hinayaang mangyari sa akin to? Kung totoong mahalaga ako sa kanya bakit niya ako iniwan? "I'm sorry, baby... I regret everything I did to you. I'm wrong... I'm very wrong." he looks so fragile. Bakas ang takot sa mga mata niya habang nakatitig sa akin.

Pahina na ng pahina ang boses nito. "Sorry." Iyon nalang ang tanging nasabi niya habang pinapakinggan ang pagkukwento nito. Itanggi man nito na wala siyang kasalanan ay alam niyang malaki ang kasalanan niya sa dalawa. But he don't feel regrets about it, he's sorry but he don't regret it. Ganun na ba talaga siya ka selfish?

'I. "I'm sorry..." Sa kabila ng kanyang mga salita ay nakatitig pabalik sa binata ang isang tinging walang emosyon. Tila ba isang biro lamang ang malamig nitong mga salita ng paghingi ng patawad. Her words of sorry that should have sounded sincere came out devoid of emotions.

“Bata ka pa noon. Kahit noong malaki ka na, anak ka pa rin niya.” Umiling siya. “I should’ve stayed. I should’ve said something better.” “Minahal mo siya,” sabi ko. “Kahit na hindi ka niya kayang mahalin sa paraang kailangan mo.” Sa wakas ay nagtama ang mga mata namin. There was so much there—regret, anger, grief, a boy still waiting to be forgiven.