Brother Regret When They Lost Me 소설 & 이야기

He turns his face away from me then, and I see his hand come up too quickly, brushing hard across his cheek before falling back to his lap, as if he cannot bear to let me see even this much of his pain. The silence that follows is thick with it. Love. Regret. Loss. The cost of choosing me over the woman he still loves settles into the room like another presence, quiet and unbearable. I say nothing. Not because I do not want to. Because I do not know what to say. I only know that my brother has lost the woman who had truly given him a second chance, and that knowledge sits in my chest like a fresh bruise. I sink back against the pillow, listening to the soft hum of the machines while Jason re

for three years. The most familiar yet distant feeling in the world must be loving someone but only being able to be their sister, not even having the courage to call them as a lover. Pinky choked out, her voice weak: "Three years ago... this should have been my fate. Brother, I don't regret a thing. I only regret that when I wanted to die, you gave me hope to live. And now that I want to live, you've killed me. If... if I'd never seen the light, I could have endured the darkness. Brother, I'm sorry... In the long years ahead, please live well, even if life feels worse than death..."

“Okay. God, Chirp, I’ve missed you. We’ve been fighting a lot, and…it’s getting to me. I just want my little sister back.” My lips press together, and I don’t say anything. I’ve missed my brother too, I really have. Before all this, I couldn’t have asked for a better big brother. His brown eyes are filled with regret, anguish as he stares at me. MaryAnne squirms in his arm, and he rocks her slowly. “I…I hope that we can go back to how things used to be,” he says solemnly. “I’m sorry, Wren. Truly.” As he turns to leave, my throat tightens and I finally speak.

“Just give me a chance to make it up to you.” I looked him in the eye and said, “Do you know what regret really is? It’s realizing you have permanently lost the chance to make things right. My father is gone. The best years of my life are gone. My health is gone. What could you possibly offer to make up for any of it?”

He looked at his brother's tombstone, and a tear escaped his eyes while looking at his name on it. "Brother, I missed you so much. I... am all alone right now," Nate's voice wavered as he spoke to the silent tombstone. Memories of his brother flooded his mind, and he couldn't shake the sense of loneliness that accompanied his absence. He clenched his fists, "I'll make sure they pay for what had happened to you, brother," he vowed silently. Nate felt a renewed sense of determination, fueled by the memories of his brother and the injustice they experienced.

"H-how did it go?" His expression was sympathetic. "I'm so sorry, sir. I tried to wake you, but...you were out cold. I couldn't get through to you." My mind reeled. "The meeting? Did they wait?" He hesitated. "No, sir. They couldn't delay. And...well, we lost the deal." I felt like I'd been punched in the gut. Lost the deal? How could this be happening? First, Clara, now this? I collapsed into the wall, defeated. My head in my hands, I moaned, "What have I done?"

So, as I managed to have a smile filled with joy, I said, “I guess they will be. But in all things, I am glad I have you.” Uncle Stanley dropped his cup on the top of the dresser. After he smacked his lips which were almost shadowed by his beard, he replied, “One thing I regret in my life is not finding you on time. I owed my brother a lot for the life he provided me and taking care of you was the best way to repay my debt. But I never found you no matter how hard I looked.” Oh. We were now approaching a topic we managed to ignore since we reunited.

he said and tightly held my arm and pulled me away from the doctor. I let go of him and sat down on the cold concrete and punched it until my hand bled, then I turned my anger towards the doctor and Lucy, tears also fell from my eyes. I don't know where to start. My Mom cries day and night. We didn't expect to lose my brother. It hurts to lose a family member because you died too, it's hard to move on but it's necessary. "When you lose a loved one, always remember that there is a purpose, someone will come who will change your life, just learn to move on, be patient and continue, I'm here and I won't leave you," she smiled and giggled.

"Vivian, to be honest... I’m glad I took that hit. At least it gave me a month to be selfish and keep you by my side." He wiped away a tear, his voice choking up. "This month was like a beautiful dream, but it’s time to wake up. Go back to D.C. Go do the great things you're meant to do." "If you ever get tired... if you ever want to come home... your brother will be right here waiting." I gave a final nod and walked away. Before boarding my private jet, I glanced back one last time. Behind a stone pillar at the terminal, Rocco was hiding, watching me go.

My voice quivered with fear, my hope dwindling with each passing moment. The elderly man's eyes softened, his voice tinged with regret. "I'm sorry, young man. I have not seen anyone matching that description. We were all abruptly torn from our lives, and somehow, it seems your brother has been misplaced in this chaotic transition."