Brother Regret When They Lost Me Novels & Stories

Before giving us time to talk, she vanished again. "Mike, I…” "Margaret, let me speak," he took a breath through his mouth, looking very distressed. "I haven't been a shitty brother for years, I wasn't good at my thing, but I've loved you all my life and I will no matter what you do, it's the least I can do after you've supported me all my life. I'm sorry I didn't go to your graduation and didn't defend you when that damn Fernando got his claws on you. I'm sorry I missed Mom and Dad's funeral, I don't know when I'll see you again, but I'll think of you every day that passes. Goodbye, little sister."

"Even I understand my older brother, but it's better if you try everything before you lose everything, whether it's right or wrong." "Nothing will be lost, right?" I asked, and then my older brother stroked my hair and smiled at me. "No, but the thing that Elie doesn't care about will disappear." I seem to be crying over what my older brother is saying. I don't want to lose it. I don't want Scott to be like Shello, who just disappeared because I neglected him too and until all opportunities were gone, As long as you remember, once you love Montezur, it's very hard not to lose. It's etched in your whole being no matter what happens.

“Years ago, my best friend was driving his parents to the airport. He got a text from his girlfriend while on the road. She told him she wasn’t attracted to him anymore. That she was in love with me.” Cassie’s heart sank. Arden continued. “He lost control of the car. They all died. The police found his phone at the scene. The message was still open.” He looked away, his voice cracking. “I blamed myself. I still do.” Cassie didn’t move. “Ivy was his little sister,” Arden said quietly. “She was so young. She lost everyone in one night. I took it upon myself to take care of her. I owed him that much.”

The reality of their loss was like a heavy blanket, suffocating and unbearable. Brother stared at me with anger, his eyes red and puffy but dry, his own grief evident in the clench of his jaw. “They are dead,” he said firmly, but I clenched my fists, refusing to accept it. The pain was raw and consuming, leaving me feeling lost and alone in a world that suddenly seemed much darker without them. After so long, I found family, but I lost them just as quickly, leaving me with a void that seemed impossible to fill. The ache in my chest was a constant reminder of the love and connection that was now gone, leaving me struggling to find a way to move forward without them by my side.

I suddenly remembered many years ago, when our parents were killed in a fire. Axel had held me, his eyes blood-red with grief. With that same gentle voice, he'd comforted me trembling: "You still have your big brothers. "As long as your brothers are here, you'll always be our little princess." Liar. For some reason, my nose suddenly stung with unshed tears. I rushed back to school that night and went straight to the lab to finish an experiment I'd been working on. I only had seven days left. In those seven days, I needed to wrap up everything—both studies and personal matters—in North City.

He pressed his forehead against the stone and choked out the truth: as an Alpha, for the last two years, he'd been blind. He told the stone, sobbing, that his worthless life had been bought, all those years ago, by his little sister stepping in front of a rogue's claws for him. And the only way he had left to make it right was to give it back. I was floating quietly next to him. And then, in the hard afternoon light, I realized something. The edges of me were going transparent. I was beginning to fade. I drifted over to where he was kneeling. For the first time in two years, I reached out and touched his face, the gaunt, wrecked face of my brother. My ghost-fingers passed through the hot tea

I had lost my brother; he was gone. My heart broke, but I also realized I still had to try. ©COPYRIGHT 2025/T.MURPHY. ALL RIGHTS RESERVED

" The room felt like it was spinning. My father died in a hit-and-run ten years ago. It was an accident. At least, that’s what Mom always told me. I gripped the paper so hard it tore. I didn't just have a step-brother problem. I had a murder problem

"Avery. My little brother. The reality that you're gone hasn't hit me yet; The reality that you're no longer by my side. I remember as kids, I felt more like your dad than your brother. You complained about it a lot. Not only did I lose my brother but I feel like in some ways I lost a son. My biggest regret is that you never knew how much I adored you. I'll miss your mischievous smile and your sharp tongue. I'll miss your laughter and the way you used to style your hair in the mornings and continuously ask me if it looks good. I'll miss your openness to new opportunities and I'll miss your stubbornness.

Even when I messed up his hair, he would sulk for half the day. How could someone like him choose to leave this world in such a painful, humiliating way? The moment I got out of the car, I rushed toward the operating room. All the darkness I had buried deep inside me broke through the surface and began to grow wildly. The surgery was already over. Inside the cold operating room, a white sheet covered what was left of my brother. “Maya, don’t be too sad. Nathan loved you so much. If he saw you like this, he wouldn’t be able to rest in peace.”