Brother Regret When They Lost Me Novels & Stories

Mom said. “We didn't respect your order; we made a rash decision and paid the price for it,” said one of my brothers. "Sorry about that, but you can't be consumed by it. You turned over a new leaf, but you haven't really let go of what happened. You deserve to live; now you have a mate who adores you. Live for you, live for her, live for everything. Put aside the pain of loss that you still hide. Be happy, brother, for all of us; give yourself to the future you have. Fight for it." I hugged my brothers tightly.

Please don't leave me alone. I hug him tight and lie down next to him. It is gone. My little brother is gone and I was not with him. I lose myself in crying and guilt for being gone. "I'm so sorry, Josh." I am sorry. As much as I mumble and want to yell at him to hear me, I know it's in vain. He will not hear anything because he is no longer there with me. I have lost again. This time I have lost the most important thing I had.

I said. “I must,” he replied. “You cannot,” I repeated. The timer reached three minutes. “I have lost people before,” he said quietly. I waited. “My brother,” he continued. “My mother.” My chest tightened. “You never told me that,” I said. “There was no reason,” he replied. “There is now,” I said. He returned his attention to the device. “My brother died because I trusted the wrong person,” he said. “My mother died because I hesitated.” The words felt heavy with guilt. “And you think you will lose me too,” I said.

"There's an international conference tomorrow, and I need you to attend." Then, he turned and walked away, looking disappointed. Watching his retreating figure, I couldn't help but recall how he used to be—bright, full of energy, like a little sun that lit up my life. Now, I was being so cruel to him. Guilt gnawed at me. For a moment, I wavered. But in the end, reason won over emotions. I decided to drop the matter for now. I should wait a little longer. At the very least, I had to finalize my divorce with Henry first.

And Aela, while anything but foreign to me, was a delight I couldn’t believe I’d had to live without for so many fucking years. Regret hung heavy on my heart, and I knew it changed me. Whether it was for the better or for the worse, I couldn’t say. Maybe I wouldn’t be able to. Maybe it was my family who’d see the difference. “You’re quiet.” I cast a look at my elder brother. “Got a lot to think about.” “I’ll bet. Wish you’d told me before,” he said gruffly. “Always did hate it when you kept things from me.”

"If you're watching this, it means I'm already dead. Please don't let her get away with it." The memory crystal played its final words and then stopped. The next image showed my door being broken down by the rogue wolves. I was sitting calmly on my bed, not trying to run or hide. I didn't move, calmly accepting my inevitable death. "I'm sorry, brother," I whispered to the empty room. "I'm sorry I couldn't be the sister you wanted." The image stopped at that moment. The silence in the Blackwood house was deafening.

His slate-blue eyes hold so many emotions with one eminent, relief. This makes guilt well in my heart at the look on his face. Can’t believe I tried to embrace death back there. What would my little brother do without me? Who would look after them like I do? And Mom? ‘I’m so sorry.’ I communicate with him through our shared mind-link, and he shakes his head with a smile. “I’m the one who’s sorry for turning my back on you. Forgive me, brother and I really can’t afford to lose you either.”

“But you’re allowed to want more than leftovers. You’re allowed to walk away and still be whole.” I leaned into him, breath shaky. “I’ve left him. But I’m so scared. I’m scared I’ll regret it.” Tears kept falling from my eyes, but my brother held me tight. Embracing everything. “You don’t have to regret a thing. His lost you. He never deserved to be with you.” I cried, clutching at his shirt. He didn’t move. Didn’t push. Just held me close while I rained into his cloth. “You’re not alone. I’m with you, and I’m never leaving you.”

She picked up a pen and wrote beneath it: Whoever refuses to let go of it. Before bed, she stood by the window again. Somewhere out there were people just like she once was dismissed, discarded, told their value had expired. She wished she could tell them one thing. Not that it would get better. Not that love would return. But this: If they regret losing you, make sure it’s because the world is better with you in it without their permission. Serena turned off the light. The story was finished but theimpact wasn’t.

Tears roll down their cheeks and fall onto their shirts, creating wet spots. I rush into my brothers' room and I drop to my knees beside him and cradle his head in my lap. He's dead.There's no doubt about it. He's bleeding out. I gently stroke his cheek. I close my eyes and lean forward until my forehead touches his. The world slowly fades away. There is only me and him now. Only me and my brother. All I feel is pain and agony in my chest. And there are so many things I want to tell him...things he should have known...so many regrets I should've made him know, but somehow I can't seem to form any words. My throat is constricted and I'm barely able to breathe. I can't even feel my lips moving