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

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.

She was speechless when he smiled at her directions. "I wish I can turned back the time. If I could change the written fate. I would. You know I would. But I guess, I'll die dreaming and waiting for it. The hurt you felt. I felt that. I don't know how did I lived through all the years but I did. What we had always flashed before my eyes. I felt the regret. I wanted to but I just can't find the strength. I'm sorry for being a coward. I'm really sorry." "What happened to us?" The words left her mouth before she can stop them. The look of resignation and tiredness swirling in his eyes was visible.

His voice was desperate, almost pleading. Even through the phone, I could hear how much he regretted it. If this were three years ago, I would have caved. However, I was about to give birth. I did not have the time or the energy for someone who no longer mattered. I did not visit him. There was no need for us to meet again. What was the point? More apologies and regrets. Too little, too late. Before he died, he sent one last message. "I’m sorry." I knew he meant it, but that was all there was to it. I deleted the text silently.

She stayed lost in her thoughts, and kept staring at the sky feeling the emptiness in her heart while someone else was also staring at the sky and remembering her deeply. What he did was wrong, but he didn’t know at that time what to do.? He felt completely regretful as he looked back at it now. He saw her walking out with the staff woman whom he had send to her, when he saw her walking with difficulty during their checkout he realized what had he done. But it felt too late for him to realize and apologies to her. Things were already been messy between them and his one act had made it very close to being impossible. He completely regrets his actions but it’s too late now.

"I'm late. I was always late. My loyalty, my duty, it took away my love, my chance at happiness. I was bound by my obligations, and I couldn't do anything. I couldn't be with her; I couldn't tell her how I felt. And now, it's too late." Arthur's body shook with sobs, his tears falling onto the floor. "I should have been faster," he whispered. "I should have been smarter. I should have been braver. But I wasn't. And now, she's gone. She's with him, and I'm left with nothing but regret."

he said gently, his words a whisper of remorse. I swallowed hard, my throat dry, my heart a jumbled mess of emotions. I looked into his eyes, searching for something more, a deeper apology, a promise of something more, but there was nothing. He just said, "Sorry." I started to dress, my movements slow and deliberate, my body still trembling from the intensity of the experience. I had nothing to say to him, because we were nothing. It may have been foolish, but I am only human, and if I regret my decision, there is nothing I can do about it. Because I know that regret always comes last, and no one regrets at the beginning, only in the end.

Not our divorce. His regret.