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

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.

It was to move forward and try to leave the dark past behind. Elice touched her hair, smiled and nodded in agreement. "I regret it. I should have dyed it long ago." Wilda also touched Elice's hair, feeling its softness and examining it more closely. As if to satisfy her curiosity about her daughter's new hair color. "This is how regret works. We only realize it after it has happened. After it's all over." Elice confirmed this. There were many things that made her realize that regrets always come after everything is over.

We got lost in silence that Kyle was first to break. " So...," he hesitated for a second, " she is gone." He sounded like he couldn't believe it as well. It felt like yesterday when I saw her alive, yet it been so long since I saw a smile on her face. " Yeah... she is gone.." " I am sorrry that I wasn't here." He sounded very regretful. We are all full of regrets. Such a pity that no matter how regretful we feel, what's done is done.

" I am sorry. I love you too. I am sorry. If only you are not a part of my life then maybe... I know you regret loving me but-" She said in between her hiccups and tears. " I-I love you and will a-always do. I don't have much time but baby I've lived my life fully with you and I don't regret dying this early as he-ere I am dying in your arms. But only thing which I regret is not being able to c-call you as my wife." He replied. I looked at both of them. They both seemed to be so lost in their pathetic love. But something twitched inside me by just watching them.

over and over. Don Carlo sat in his wheelchair, weeping, repeating, “Mistakes… all mistakes…” I gently withdrew my hand. After arranging their funerals, I boarded the return flight without a second glance. Elena came to the airport to see me off, her face aged, her spirit gone. “Maybe leaving was the right choice from the beginning,” she said hoarsely. I smiled but offered no reply. As I turned, I remembered my son's words before I died in the last life:

"Daisy. Mommy will make you a new one. A bigger one. A better one. Please." She crawled the rest of the way to me and clutched the bunny against my chest, but nothing answered her. "Daisy. Daisy." Her voice cracked apart in the empty room. My chest tightened up. Tears went through me without leaving, and my fingers passed straight through Mama's cheek. "I'm sorry, Mommy." I made you sad again. A woman in a white coat got there fast. She checked my body and slowly shook her head. "There hasn't been a pulse for a while now. And there's something else."

He said and his grip on my hands loosened a bit. “I agree that it took me a long time to stop being an asshole, a godless crook. It took me a long time to realize that you’re the best thing that has ever happened to me. But now that I’ve finally realized it…” He let go of my hands and slowly went down on his knees. I watched him in confusion, wondering what he was doing and then I noticed his eyes were misty. He was about to cry. “… I want you to know that I regret ever rejecting you.” He said. “I regret ever neglecting your love. I regret ever yelling at you and tormenting you.” He was already shedding tears now and seeing him this way touched me in a deep way.

The servant led her back inside while he remained outside, his face tightened back into the same hard mask. "REGRET". The word whispered inside his mind. A bitter laugh caught in his chest. Not yet.

Had she taken the wrong step? She remembered the things Kyle said at her house that day—his rage, the way he looked at her like she was garbage. But when he spoke of Candice, there was nothing but tenderness and regret in his eyes. He regretted being with her. He loathed her so much, it made even himself sick. “Ahhhhhh!” “I’ll kill you today! Chop you into pieces!”

His eyes were drizzling like a stream. He couldn't find any way to console himself. There was nothing left except regret. The someone, whom he had loved, had lost her life because of his hasty decisions. He didn't think for a second that Ivana could ever betray him. But no, he didn't think about another aspect of this coin. His regret was dripping with each tear.