Brother Regret When They Lost Me Novels & Stories

He was wearing the same white shirt he wore the day we first met, looking clean as he walked toward me. He didn't dare touch me. He didn't even dare look up. He simply fell to his knees before me, weeping silently. Then came my brothers—Luca, Matteo, Dante. They stood behind him with their heads bowed like children who had realized they were wrong, kneeling in a row. This time, there was no family honor, no Mafia rules, and no goddamn favoritism. They were just four souls drowning in regret. I looked at them and let out a soft sigh.

I stole one last glance at my brother, he had a smug smile on his face as I walked out with my mother, a picture of contentment that served as a final, brutal confirmation: I had lost everything. My heart spiked as I walked into my mother’s room, and my heart finally broke, and I staggered, falling to my knees. Burying my face in my hands, I choked back a cry, the weight of my failures crushing me. How had it come to this? All I wanted was to eliminate my brother, not to lose everything I held dear—the love of my life, my family. My mother stood before me, a high and mighty figure of disapproval, her words, whatever they were, couldn’t penetrate the fog of regret that clouded my mind.

" Ethan drove the iron rod straight through Sara's heart, ending her life at last. But her curse didn't die with her. It burrowed into his soul like rot in bone. Ethan released the rod and staggered backward until his back hit the wall. He stared at the blood on his hands and at the corpse on the ground. He was swallowed whole by despair. Sara was right. Step by step, he had forced me onto a road with no return. If only he had trusted me once. If only he had looked back just once. The sister who loved him most, and the sister who endured every injustice in silence just to protect him, was gone forever.

Just because I couldn't, and you wouldn't want to know why" "Well, what I said first it's still valid. My brother died fifty one years ago, it broke my Dad and mom. He was a fine young and strong man, I looked up to him and admired him a lot. They said he went missing at first, we waited until the wait proved to have no meaning. I guess it was the one thing that broke me, I did things without minding the repercussions, I didn't care, because I had lost something I couldn't get back ever again…I had nothing to lose, because I had already lost it" "Guess my problem was bigger. I had nothing to lose, because I had nothing. And I'm so sorry about your brother, I hope you find peace somehow and t

“Maybe it’s best you came when you did. I promise you, I would have done something I probably wouldn’t have regretted.” The admission landed a sharp pain in his father’s heart. He felt the last thread of their brotherhood snapping, leaving ashes in its wake. All hope dwindled like the last light of day, swallowed by the darkness of what was lost—and what they might never again recover, the bond of family.

"I started crying hysterically. "Shhh it's okay...Its okay.. I can't say forget everything and move on..no one can..but you're a strong girl Emerald you are brave."He engulfed me tightly and I broke down completely into his arms. "When I begun to see my life getting normal again one day I got another tragic shock."I wiped my sticky face,"I lost my brother in a carnival.Maa Papa left no stone unturned to find him but it seems he vanished in the air.With passing time,our hopes got thinner and we accepted the fact that he won't return ever."

The pain was unbearable, and I vowed at that moment to seek revenge on both of them. Every night, I replayed the scene in my mind, the heart-wrenching moment when I saw my brother's tragic death. The tears flowed uncontrollably as I clutched onto the memories we shared. My brother was my rock, my confidant, and now he was gone, stolen from me.

The bond I once believed in, the vows I once cherished they all clawed at me, begging not to be erased. But there was no going back. Not anymore. Michael was waiting just outside the hospital doors when I emerged. My face was pale, my eyes red, but my chin was still lifted. "Well?" he asked, though the answer was already clear. "It's done." "Did he beg?" His tongue was light, teasing, but I saw him searching my face for cracks. "No. He didn't even flinch." "Forget him." He shoved his hands deeper into his pockets, kicking at the ground. "You know, one day he's going to realize what he lost. And when he does, I'll laugh in his face."

His eyes were focused on the road but I could see the curiosity burning in them. I might as well tell him. He already knows too much about me. So much for not getting involved with anyone. "Trevor was my brother, he died almost three years ago." I said softly, trying to fight back the waves of sadness that tried to consume me. I waited for him to give the expected response; 'It will get better.' 'I'm sorry.' God, I hated when people said they were sorry. I hated it when I saw the pity on their eyes. Didn't they realize that their actions and their words made me experience the pain all over again? Every 'sorry' every sympathizing look just reminded me of what I'd lost.

I thought that would make him go away and stop bothering me, but he refused to move. “Meadow, you have done the surgery and my father is out of danger now. I can get another doctor to keep an eye on him. I just want to have a chat with you over lunch. Please, Meadow. I want to make everything right between us again. I know you are still angry with me about what happened between us. Please, I want to make it up to you. Just give me a chance,” Matt pleaded desperately. If I were the same Meadow from seven years ago, I would have melted just by seeing him this way. The Matt I used to know would never beg, even if a gun was pointed at his head. He would never beg for his life.