Brother Regret When They Lost Me Novels & Stories

What an irony! With my shoulders slumped and my dampened spirit, I rested my back on the iron gate not flinging when the hotness touched my back. It was nowhere as painful as the pain I was feeling in my heart, I’d just lost someone important and dear to me and it was taken by someone who I also held dear in my heart.

Every tree, every stone, felt like a reminder of everything I had lost, everything I had failed to protect. And Levi... my brother. My heart ached every time I thought of him. I missed him so much, the way he used to make me laugh, the way we used to talk about everything. But now, I was just a ghost in his life, a memory of someone who didn’t belong. I couldn’t blame him. I understood the anger. I understood the hurt. But it didn’t make it any easier to bear. ---

There was no loud explosion, only a profound silence. In that white light, I saw my brother's body, along with the entire signal tower, instantaneously transform into the most basic particles and dissipate into the air. With his final research, my brother presented me with the grandest and most resolute funeral. [Time remaining: 3 minutes.] [Is the host ready to return?] I floated above the city, watching the three people I once loved end their sinful lives in the most tragic manner.

Gravel crunched softly under his shoes as he approached the only gravestone that ever really mattered to him. Malik Kareem Beloved son, brother, dreamer. Gone too soon, never forgotten. Regan exhaled slowly and dropped to his knees in front of it. No guards here. No cooks, no Imani, no Zara. Just him and the silence. Just him and his brother. “I messed up,” he said softly, fingers tracing the edge of the name. “Again.” A breeze stirred the leaves above, rustling like the whisper of a spirit that never truly left.

"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? To be continued...t

When I was five, my elder sister, Mabel, lost the use of both legs saving me in a car accident. From that day on, there was one thing my parents said to me more than anything else. “You ruined Mabel’s life.” When I got into a top university, Mabel locked herself in her room and cried all night. My mother, eyes red from crying, tore my acceptance letter to pieces. “Wait until Mabel can walk again. Then you can go to college.” So I spent sixteen hours a day delivering food, saving every penny for Mabel’s rehabilitation. When my stomach pain became so bad I could barely stand, my parents accused me of being jealous of Mabel’s nutritional supplements and faking it for attention. I secret

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.”