Delayed Regrets: He Regretted Only After Her Death Novels & Stories

He ran and ran, and he never got any closer. Then, at the edge of the territory, right at the border, he stopped. He couldn't go any further. He'd made the Alpha command himself. Let her go. He stood in the middle of the road under the moonlight and threw his head back and howled one last time. Then he fell to the ground and didn't get back up. I turned around and put both hands on my stomach and closed my eyes. "I'm sorry, baby," I whispered. "I'm so sorry." That was the last time I saw Lucien Blackwood for five years.

Whatever it is, I no longer care. “No, that’s what she told you because that’s all she knew. Yes, I was the one behind it. I was the one who planned everything, but I never intended to ruin your life. I know what I did was wrong, but I have already regretted it.” Now he regrets it, only when it’s already too late? The saying is true: “Regret always comes at the end.” People only realize the weight of their actions once they’ve already hurt someone.

a deep, aching regret. “When I finally… when I finally managed to get myself together and get to the hospital…” His voice dropped to a whisper, as though he couldn’t bear to speak the words aloud. “By the time I arrived, she was gone. She… she had passed away, Clarissa. Right after giving birth to you. She died, and I never had the chance to tell her how sorry I was. How much I still loved her.” My breath hitched, caught in my throat as if the air had thickened, made it impossible to breathe. My chest constricted, the pain overwhelming, raw and jagged.

“I never said before, but the truth is that night in Paris was one of the best nights of my life.” “But I had seen you were regretting, and you can’t deny that part.” “I won’t deny the regretting part. Yes, I was regretting but not because of what happened between us but by thinking about the future. I was regreeting because I knew after that incident, you would feel betrayed a little more than earlier after finding out the whole truth. I was regretting that I would end up causing more pain to you than earlier. I wasn’t upset with the last night incident, but I was upset with me.”

He was silent long enough that I wondered if the system would reject the attempt. Then he spoke. “I regret,” he said, voice low, “that I left her to the Game.” Static crawled over the surface of the Gate, distorting his words, warping them. I had to strain to pick out pieces. “…thought I could outplay it…” crackle “…walked away when I should have burned with her…” Hiss “…should have died with her…” Her. It wasn’t me. Of course, it wasn’t me. This regret was older, deeper, carved into him long before my name ever touched his tongue.

It was one of the few photos she had managed to recover from her cloud storage, one she’d stared at almost every night since he died. Her voice was soft, but heavy with regret as she whispered, “Hector, it’s been more than a month since....since I… since I killed you. And not a day has passed that I haven’t thought about it. I regret it so much. I should never have acted out of rage.”

It's really annoying. "I don't know who, but please forgive me. Don't make us regret something." It seemed this man didn't recognize her anymore, but the two of them couldn't do anything wrong, and she didn't love him at all. Regret later? Why regret when the two of them love each other? Even about to get married. Then they don't have any regrets for doing this, right? If he regrets it, it's because he returned to find her too late. The kiss he fell was very gentle and passionate and that was also his answer to her.

“I don’t want you to regret it.” He shook his head and put an arm to support his face so he could stare at her while laying next to her. “Being with you, I don’t have any regrets.” Then he kissed her again. “Well, I have a regret.” “Oh? What is it?” “Waiting for four years to marry you. I should marry you sooner.” She shook her head and smiled a little. “It’s fate. At least we have each other now. I have no regrets.” “Yeah, you are right.”

"I... I hope you won't regret that." I shook my head immediately, firmly. There was no hesitation, no doubt. "Regret?" I echoed, my voice raspy. "No. Not at all." I reached out and gently stroked her cheek. "My only regret is that it took me this long. That it took... this... for me to truly see."

She didn't turn around. Her expression was stoic as she replied, "My time is precious." He finally couldn't hold himself back as she strode out of the cafe. Dashing after her, he wailed in the rain as she was about to get in her car. "I regret it!" he sobbed, tears streaming down his face. "You've… You've asked me if I'd regret what I've done to you once I regain my memory. Angie, I really do!" He cried, "I regret it so much that I'd do anything to turn back time so I could kill myself back then! Angie… I truly regret what I've done!"