Brother Regret When They Lost Me Novels & Stories

"Oh my God, how long do I have to hide this fact? How long should I pretend? Who's fault is it actually??" "Maybe I'm the one at fault. I'm the one who is guilty, just try I can forget Mera, definitely an incident that wouldn't be this bad. Just try if I can think more sanely, of course I won't be desperate to do things that shouldn't be like yesterday," "I'm sorry, Brandy. Please forgive your stupid brother like me," Regret struck and made the man's heart feel like it was broken because of his own actions. When will the regrets end?

"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

Nia’s letter was tear-stained and filled with guilt. “I’m so sorry, Gwen. What my mother and brother did was wrong. I hope you can forgive them.” I smiled faintly. I’d forgotten most of it already. I was about to ask what she needed when I saw the next page. The ink was blurred by tears. I could almost hear her crying as I read. “My brother is dead. The pack healer said it was soul-withering, from the broken Mate Bond. The last thing he said was that his biggest regret in life was failing you.”

"Dad, you're crazy! Beating me over a dead girl?" "She was your sister!" "Sister?" Neville sneered. "She was nothing but a loser." Otis swung the bat, smashing Neville's leg. Neville collapsed, clutching his leg and screaming. "Ow, you broke my leg!" "Get out!" Otis roared. "You're not my son!" "You'll regret this!" Neville crawled away. "When I make it big, I won't lift a finger for you!" He limped out, leaving the house emptier.

I called softly and I didn't trust myself to continue. Why? I had come to share the goodnews with him and instead met him dead. Did he know he was going to die?. That's why he had asked about Layla? Doctor Nate had said he was getting better but this was the cruelest thing that had happened to me since the death of my mother. I never thought that I would lose another brother. My heart was broken, a part of me had left and would never be the same again. …When I get out of this bed, I'll do everything possible to make it up to you.

My breathing was still uneven, but it was better like this. “Niko…” I whispered. “Yeah, baby?” My fingers curled into his shirt. For a moment, I couldn’t speak. The words felt heavy on my tongue. Then I let them out. “I lost my brother.” The room went still. Not empty. Just still, like even the air was listening. I felt his arms tighten around me slightly, not hurting, just holding me closer. “He was sick,” I continued quietly. “Cancer. I kept thinking I had more time.”