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

He was losing her. She turned and walked away. Defeat filtered inside him. Sadness drenched his soul. Today was the second time he’d lost her. He hadn’t given her a chance the first time around, and now she wasn’t willing to give him one. He followed her outside the stables and into the sunlight. He stood by the side for a long time, even after Jade got into Anthony’s car and drove away. His heart splintered. He’d lost the most precious thing that had ever happened to him. If only he’d valued her more when she’d been with him. If only he’d never let her go in the first place. If only… His eyes burned. He was paying the price of his decisions, of choosing his insecurities over her, and it was

He blinked slowly, his heavy breathing filling my ears and I wanted to plug them shut. “Five minutes,” he said. I sighed, moving to the chair beside the bed and dropping into it. “I'm listening.” “I never thought I would die this young,” he began, and I wanted to scoff. He sure as hell wasn't young. “I thought I would live a really long life, but here we are. And now I'm having so many regrets.” “You're regretting not acting like a proper father and husband?” I bite out, unable to help myself, bitterness filling my voice.

If he had really died, she would probably live in guilt and remorse for the rest of her life. "The past is in the past, Margot. No need to dwell on it," he murmured, pressing a kiss to her ear, his voice low and husky. "We are together now, aren't we? Just don't leave again in the future." Speaking of regrets, Curtis had his own. He regretted not clarifying things with her at the start. He regretted pushing her away time and again for another woman, hurting her heart. But that would change. He would spend the remainder of his time making it up to her.

I knew that at least I meant something to him even if it’s not a priority I was still there, somewhere in his list. I wanted to live after seeing him crying for me, if I die today, I'm going to regret the decision of not kissing him earlier, I would regret fighting with myself and trying to run while the guy I wanted was right before me. I would regret delaying that hug, I would regret not realizing my feelings for him early. But I wouldn’t regret taking a bullet for him.

Of course she did. But regret did not rebuild trust. Regret did not erase images. Regret did not promise she wouldn’t choose someone else tomorrow. --- And yet— if she called right now and said, Come back— he would go. He knew it. That was the tragedy. --- Love had made them both late. She was late to choose him. He was late to realize she was everything. --- And time— time was beginning to move without mercy.

“One of my biggest regrets to this day was disappearing and not sorting out my shit fast enough to show up in his life sooner. When I found out I was pregnant, I thought I should have told him but I wasn’t even sure if that's what I wanted, I thought I had ruined our relationship.” I studied her. “Yeah.” I said with a steady voice, “That was your mistake, your regret and you stayed away for far too long. And now… you’ve shown up late, when Raphael has already moved on.” Her smile faltered only for a second before she caught herself.

Her voice was breaking, "In the worst possible way. By the time I made up my mind to tell him how I felt, it was too late. I live every day in regret, wishing I could turn back time." She had her back facing me but her shaking shoulders were enough to tell me she was sobbing. "I don't want you two to go through the same fate as I did so please...do what you must," I looked down at my fingers as I pondered deeply on her story. Will I end up regretting this? I looked back up and asked, "what happened to him? Did he marry another person?" I asked her and she shook her head. "He..." She swallowed. "He died." She replied, almost breaking down in tears.

she whispered to herself. After a few blocks, the anger gave way to exhaustion. Her feet ached. The road stretched endlessly ahead. She sighed and muttered, “I’ll just get Cora to drive me back to the car.” That made sense. It made the walk feel like something temporary. But as the minutes passed, regret crept in. The air was colder now. Her hair whipped across her face. The pavement gleamed under the streetlights, still wet from the evening drizzle. Her arms wrapped around herself as she tried to fight the chill.

I don’t think about anyone except her, she's my whole world, and I lost her. Regret was a foreign thing to me once, it was something I believed belonged to weaker men, to those who failed to take what they wanted when it was within their reach. But now it sat in my chest like a slow, suffocating weight, tightening every time her name crossed my mind.

My silence must have sounded like confirmation because Rean let out a weary sigh. "I'm sorry," he said quietly. "I never should've arranged your marriage to Dylan. The two of you didn't even know each other back then. It must have been hard on you all these years." Did my father finally realize how unfairly I'd been treated? Had he known all along that his own daughter had been miserable in this marriage? A bitter scoff escaped me before I could stop it. I never expected to hear those words from him. My chest tightened painfully. How ironic. His regret had come three years too late.