Brother Regret When They Lost Me Novels & Stories

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."

I said while controlling my tears. "So, finally my brother is beginning his new life with Victoria." I sounded, "hmm." "Are you happy?" He asked me "I don't know, but I say I’m not unhappy for them either." I told him the truth. "I understand. You have just broken up, and my brother is your first special person, so you will definitely feel bad and upset at the same time. "He was always honest with me." "He said he doesn’t regret loving me." I said while turning his attention towards me.

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.

My father muttered sadly, with eyes full of regret “We were used to be so close and I separable until his brother came back from nowhere and destroyed everything that we built and she'd as best of friends, he was the kindest being ever, I didn't even get to say my last goodbye to him” My father mourned his old friend his voice filled with so much regret, My mother who could no longer stand and watch my father looking so devastated, she went behind my father and gave him a back hug, “What brother are you talking about father I never knew that the Alpha of Black wolves Pack has a brother”

And I was crying for all the things we had lost and could never get back, the moments that were gone forever, the words that would never be spoken, the love that had been damaged but not destroyed. Sarah found me there an hour later, still sitting on the bed, still crying, the letter clutched in my hands. She sat down beside me and put her arm around me, and she didn't say anything, didn't try to comfort me with words, just sat with me in the silence, letting me grieve. "I miss him," I said finally. "I miss my brother so much." "I know." "I miss who Merald used to be. I miss who we used to be."

I smiled sadly and nodded. "I just really miss him, you know? All of them." I sniffled back my tears. "It's funny how we never know the value of what we have until we lose it. I was always living in the future, worrying about the future that I never let myself live in that moment with them. Now, all I'm asking for is for my brother to wake up soon." I said head down looking at my younger brother who's sleeping peacefully on my lap. "Meet me there." His voice came through again. I raised my head looking at him in confusion. He rolled his eyes. "Didn't you invite me to a date just now?"

“No. Adam is-“ I cleared my throat as reality sank in deeper. My brother is gone. My eyes watered as I said, “Adam was an easygoing person.” “Is there anything else you remember about you brother?” I thought back to our last conversation and said, “We were going to look at his ideas together after the party. He said he would send it to my e-mail.” The men started at this and got to their feet. “Wait right here.” A long period of time passed while I waited for the men to return. It gave me time and a bit of privacy to mourn my brother. Resting my head on the table, I sobbed between heavy sighs. How could he just die and leave me like that?

He drank himself senseless, held the headstone and talked to her, laughing and crying at the same time. But the living can repent all they want. It doesn't bring back the dead. I held the little backpack she'd made me and curled up alone in my bed. My pillow kept soaking through, kept drying out, and no one came to wipe my tears anymore. Over time, Dad put together the whole picture. He finally understood how completely he'd misjudged her. He started to disappear, thinner every week, coughing all the time, refusing to see a doctor. Punishing himself.

Anger suddenly rose within me__ angry that he just ignored me, pretended that I didn't exist, and watched them bully and mistreat me. "I've missed you," his voice comes again, "I've been missing you for so long, yet you were within arm's reach, and when you left," His breath shudders, "I felt like I couldn't breathe. I thought it was what was good for you at the time, but I regretted letting you leave. I should have grabbed your hand and carried you to the hospital, begged for your forgiveness, and punished everyone who hurt you, myself included." His words hit me, and that knot within me slacks. I've missed my brother so much.