Brother Regret When They Lost Me Novels & Stories

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.

"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."

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.”