Brother Regret When They Lost Me Novels & Stories

He finally says. "I am not going to regret anything, Adrian. This has been a long time coming." I tell him. He nods firmly and shoots me one last glare before walking out of the club. I let out the breath I did not even realize I was holding and slumped to the ground. The back of my eyes prickles with tears and I swallow them. I can't break down and cry out here. I can't even cry over this. It's just my useless brother being useless as usual, nothing to cry about, and...

he pleaded, his voice strained and weak. I looked into his eyes, searching for any glimmer of hope. "What do you expect me to do? Should I regret choosing my mate?" Timothy's breaths came in ragged gasps. "If you regret now, what's the point? I'm already dying. Please, don't let me regret sacrificing myself." Tears welled up in my eyes as I shook my head. "No, there are so many things that will haunt me with regret," I whispered. "Timothy... you are my true brother."

The least thing I am thankful is that he’s alive and well. “Felix, my brother…” I hugged him and cried it all. I can’t let this happen. I already lost a lot of people in my lfie. I can’t bear to lose my brother. I can’t bear t olose Felix who’s always there to remind of the right thing to do. His hands were weak when he purred me like a cat. “Take care as always.” I cried more. Jay cried too. Mom was emotionless but I knew how her traumas came back along.

“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?”

The people crying the hardest had regret values between 90% and 100%. My dad? His regret valu[e flickered between 50% and 60%. Even Chad and Peggy landed somewhere in the 30% to 40% range. Then I looked at my mom. Her regret value was a flat 0.

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?"

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..."

When I saw it, I kneeled and cried. I had a lot to cry for. My brother is dead and it`s all because of me. If only I had killed this kid long ago. The lab is also destroyed meaning I have nowhere and no one to visualize my dream with. I messed up, big time. “Stop regretting and start acting. Do it for your brother and your dream.” said the Mystery- voice. “I swear the day I meet my brother`s killer, I`d personally put a bullet in his forehead.”