Broken Oath: I Left, He Regretted Novels & Stories

"Maybe one day my luck runs out or yours does. But until that day comes, we don't blink. We don't back down. And if the devil comes knocking, Justin, I swear to God I will stand in the doorway so you don't have to." Justin had looked at me and nodded acknowledging the vow. "And I will be right there behind you, Prez. Loading the guns." The memory made my chest tight. I reached up and touched my chest, brushing my fingers over the swollen, ruined skin where the Reaper patch used to live. “I am sorry, Havoc.” I thought, looking out over the crashing waves. I broke the promise. I left you to hold the door alone. A bitter tear mixed with the rain on my bruised cheek but I quickly wiped it away.

Back then, I had all the reckless courage of youth. The dream began to warp and distort. A final teardrop soaked into my pillowcase, carrying every bit of my love and resentment with it. I opened my eyes in the darkness. "But Nicholas… I don't love you anymore." … During my third Christmas abroad, Elliot made a surprise appearance at my door. "Surprise!" he said. I was stunned. Meanwhile, Elliot proudly announced that he had spent the last few years self-studying and had received an offer from a nearby university.

He asked, his tone aggressive. I honestly didn’t have time for drama, especially his, so I decided to dismiss him. “Yes, Ralph.” I affirmed. “I have to go back to being silent now.” I said and he understood that I had dismissed him. But before he left, he said, “I don’t regret anything I’ve done.” I frowned, confused by his words as he strolled away but then I sighed and waved it off. Almost immediately, Andrea crept closer and replaced him. “What was that about?” She asked me.

"You chose to destroy me." "I know." His forehead drops against mine. "I know. And I'll regret it until the day I die." "Regret doesn't fix anything." "No. It doesn't." His breath ghosts across my lips. "But maybe this is a start." "This isn't. . ." "Tell me you don't feel it." His voice drops lower. Rougher. "Tell me the bond doesn't burn every time we're close. Tell me you don't remember what it felt like before I broke it."

“ I thought that I would let you be and keep to myself but I realise now that it was a mistake. I should have confronted you about the welcome party you threw for her when you said you were going to attend a gala. I was an idiot for believing whatever you say. In a sense, this is my fault. I didn't even mention that I wasn't feeling well and I missed my parents. In case you forgot, my parents died. They have been gone for a long time and this is where they are buried. That is why I came here to visit them. I'm not some crazy stalker like you think but yeah, you can think whatever. I don't care anymore. You can continue taking care of Anna. She matters more to you than I do.” I lost my compos

"What is there left to say?" "I need you to know something," Cassian said, moving to stand beside him, careful to maintain respectful distance. "That night, in the hall, watching you walk away after I said those terrible words, something inside me broke completely. I told myself it was necessary, political, unavoidable. But every single day since then, I have regretted it more than anything else I have ever done." "Regret doesn't undo humiliation," Adrian said quietly, though his voice lacked its earlier sharp edge.

“About how it ended. About, everything after.” I look at him. Really look. At the man who bought me scotch when I was broken. Who gave me a job when I needed one. Who’s holding me on a dance floor like I’m something precious. “No regrets about leaving him,” I say. Honest. “What happened after, that’s, complicated.” “Complicated.” He repeats the word like he’s tasting it. “That’s one way to describe it.” “What would you call it?”

I choked out, the words heavy with regret and resignation. At that moment, I knew there was no going back to how things were. The fragile threads that had held us together were now frayed beyond repair. He stepped back, his gaze cold and distant as he turned away. The weight of his disappointment hung heavy in the air, a palpable reminder of the rift that had widened between us. As he left, I sank to the floor, the cool tiles offering little comfort against the storm of emotions swirling within me. Tears welled up, unshed, and heavy with the weight of regret.

Nothing about today was alright. Not my marriage. Not my life. Not the memories that had returned. Nothing. “I should probably leave.” His footsteps shifted slightly as though he was turning toward the door. For some reason, relief washed through me. Good. Leave. Everyone eventually left anyway. Just like Alvin. Just like everyone else. “You almost got yourself killed back there.” His words stopped me. I frowned slightly. “What?” My voice came out hoarse from crying. He slipped both hands into his pockets before answering.

“And when you start to regret your choice, I will show you no mercy.” He leaves fuming while my body shakes behind Lent. Of course he will regret it. I knew the truth of those words as Alpha Reenan uttered them, but even I did not predict just how much the alpha would be right.