Romans & histoires Feeling Of Regret Crossword Clue

"Aurora! I told Damian I wanted to apologize, and I can't believe he brought you here. I know I was wrong that day. Will you forgive me?" I looked at Damian, but he just kept flipping through the auction catalog in silence. So that was the real reason for this trip. So Clara could apologize. The whole “clearing my head” excuse had just been a cover. I felt empty inside, as if something inside me had been hollowed out, but I didn't even have any tears left to cry. Clara reached for my hand, her eyes full of regret. "I really didn't mean to hurt you. I was just so excited. After being away so long, it's nice seeing everyone again, and I can't help but feel happy about it."

"Mom, you and Dad failed as parents. I'm just glad I wasn't raised by you and that I didn't end up like William. And forgiveness? That's not happening. "What really killed me was your indifference. If I had the choice, I'd wish I'd never been your child. But I won't let you die." I pressed my hand to her forehead and pulled away. "You'll live and spend the rest of your life drowning in guilt and regret." … I was sitting by the hospital window when Mom suddenly jolted awake. She ripped out her IV line and lurched off the bed, her face streaked with tears as she cried my name.

As I stared at her drunken, tear-streaked face, I felt as though a knife stabbed my heart. I used to think that even though our marriage wasn't based on love, we would still learn to love each other after marriage. But Elliot's arrival made these five years feel like a rash mistake. I let out a bitter laugh, wanting to argue back. Yet, my throat felt choked, as though something was stuck. That time, I couldn't help but question her. "Do you regret being with me that much? What do these five years mean to you, then?" She only smiled foolishly, staring off into the distance in a daze, as though she could see the vision she longed for in the void.

I thought back to five years ago when I foolishly rebelled against my parents, even cutting off ties with them. Now, here I was, battered and bruised, left with nothing but regret. Tears welled up in my eyes as I realized the weight of it all. Seeing me cry, Titus, who had been visibly angry moments ago, suddenly panicked. "Wait, you're really crying? When I got your text yesterday, I rushed back. Who hurt you? Tell me, I'll make them pay! "Mom and Dad are downstairs. It's been five years. They've really missed you."

Regret. It always comes too late, right? In my case, my regret was something I felt immensely guilty about, but I also felt shame. I’ve made so many mistakes over the years. The road I’ve walked hasn’t been an easy one. Some days I wondered if this was it. Was this how I would finally come to meet the gods?

At least, Freya hadn't turned her back on him and that was the most important thing. However, he couldn't shake off the fact that he had already lost so much and was bound to lose more if he pushed further. His heart ached, and he felt a wave of despair wash over him as he thought of that. He poured another drink, the whiskey glugging into the glass. The sound echoed through the silence, a rhythm which matched his wandering thoughts. He leaned on the couch, his glassy eyes fixed on the whiskey bottle and empty glasses which littered the coffee table. He was lost in a sea of self-doubt and regret, the once-confident CEO now a shadow of his former self.

Jane quickly grabbed a few tissues, wiping away my tears, "Don't cry. It's not your fault. No one expected it to be the wrong person. In the end... it's just fate playing tricks on us." ‘Fate playing tricks?’ I didn’t know how long I cried before I calmed down, curling up on the sofa, staring blankly at the window. The snow was still falling. I couldn't define exactly how I felt at that moment. In the past, I felt wronged, sad, and disappointed... But now, my emotions were a mix of many things, with a predominant feeling of unwillingness. It was about not feeling valued for myself. Ding dong! The doorbell rang.

Stephan felt amazed and stopped caressing her hair and asked, "did you have a good sleep?" Josalina didn't reply. "Are you hungry?" Josalina didn't reply tp that either. The silence was killing Stephan and he wasn't expecting this to happen on the very next morning. He exhaled and from his broken soul he asked, "Do you regret last night?"

He feels regret smearing through his body. Regret sinking deep in him.

I use that to propel me forward. Those voices of yours are drowned out by the loud thumps of my beating heart, the thumps that are my own cheerleading squad telling me just to try. Just. Try. Just Try. And I know myself now just as I am knowing more about you, is that what I don't want to feel, more than you in my head and my heart, is Regret. Fear, you come and go. But Regret, well, Regret stays forever. And Regret is the most unwelcome guest because, in most cases, I can prevent Regret from coming into my home.