Delayed Regrets: He Regretted Only After Her Death Mga Nobela at Kwento

Ellison spent his days lost in drink, stumbling through life until he drank so much he ended up in the hospital. The doctors saved him, but they had to take out part of his stomach and told him he could not drink anymore. Even so, he was so thin and tired all the time, it looked like his life was pretty much over. My parents, they went grey overnight after I was gone, like they aged years in a moment. They would spend the rest of their days filled with sorrow and regret. A month after I died, Death finally came for me. He said I had not done anything bad and could go to heaven, but I would forget everything if I left.

His face was pale, and his stomach churned before he vomited on the ground out of stress and sadness. “Henry, I’m sorry for being late.” He staggered before collapsing on the ground. On the day Henry got into his accident, he had thrown a celebration party for Zack. On the day Henry was buried, he had almost reached his funeral, only to turn around and crush his son’s funeral wreath because Rose called him. What exactly had he done?

They kicked her out. She said she regretted everything. She just wanted to see me one last time before she died. I said only one thing, coldly, "It's too late for regrets. I won't even come to claim her body when she's gone." The End.

During a shootout on a rainy night in New York, I took a bullet meant to kill my husband, Alvis Sartori. While I fought for my life on the operating table, he ran into Althea Sartori at the end of the hospital hallway. She was his adopted sister, and she'd been gone for years. She'd once sold secrets to a rival faction and nearly cost Alvis his place as heir to the Sartori family. Now she said she had cancer. Her dying wish was to marry Alvis. So the moment I opened my eyes, he handed me divorce papers. "Althea has three months to live, at most. I can't let her die with regrets." I froze and stared at him in disbelief. Just then, Alvis's parents, Richard and Mia Sartori, pushed the door open

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

Suddenly, he pulled me close, kissing me softly. "I love you," he mumbled. My heart had leaped – until he called out: "Emma..." Present-day Mark froze, watching his past self break my heart yet again. He grabbed his hair in despair, slapping his own face repeatedly. He fell to his knees before the screen. "I'm sorry," he sobbed. "I'm so sorry, Alice." "I did love you," he choked out. "But I was bitter... Emma left me when I was nothing, when I was poor. When you loved me despite my nothing, I... I resented it."

I had to let him know that he wronged me. So I turned back. “ I thought that I would let you be and keep to myself, but I realize now that it was a mistake. I should have confronted you about the welcome party you threw for her when you said you were going to attend a gala. I was an idiot for believing whatever you say. In a sense, this is my fault. I didn't even mention that I wasn't feeling well and I missed my parents. In case you forgot, my parents died. They have been gone for a long time and this is where they are buried. That is why I came here to visit them. I'm not some crazy stalker like you think, but yeah, you can think whatever. I don't care anymore. You can continue taking care

Her words have meaning behind it. “I... since your death, I have regretted it many times. Please I’m sorry Barrett, that night...” he paused and the suffering he felt that night resurfaced back his wounds. “You don’t have to be sorry, because I know.” Still smiling it hurts him more. “No, it’s my fault that night you fell.” “It is my decision.” She replied, reaching to his face to wipe his tears away, “Thank you for being my first love Maynard and for letting me feel how to be loved.” Past tense.

I said it with a heavy heart as I stared at his horrible position. "It's normal for living beings to die... But she's my fucking woman!!! Why would she have to die?" He screamed, earning a look of pity from me. His tears fall like silent raindrops, each one a testament to the agony that grips his soul. Memories of her linger like a haunting melody, each note a piercing reminder of what once was. The weight of his regret is a heavy burden, crushing his spirit with each passing moment. I hope he will get through this hard time.

I replied. He opened his mouth, but I didn’t give him a chance to speak. “You didn’t believe me when I needed you to. You chose to believe someone else and made me feel like I was the worst person in the world. I begged you to listen to me, Vincent. I begged you to give me the benefit of the doubt, but you didn’t.” “I know,” he said quietly. “And I regret it. If I could go back in time, I would make better choices.”