Feeling Of Regret Crossword Clue Novels & Stories

Watching my every move. Regret. That word gnaws at me. It makes my stomach churn. What does that even mean? What have I done to deserve this? I don’t even know who this person is, and they’re already telling me what I’ll regret. I grab my blanket from the bed, clutching it tightly around my body. I don’t know what’s happening, but I can’t handle this anymore. I want to turn the phone off, throw it across the room, but something stops me.

I have made a mistake and regret it in hindsight. It was a moment of weakness that I cannot take back, however I know now that it was wrong and something I wish to course correct for. This regret has been weighing heavily on my conscience, like an invisible burden with no end or solution in sight. No matter how much time passes, the guilt of my misdeed still lingers in my mind as a reminder of what happened.

I answered, my voice just as firm as his. "Yes, but you also might not lose anything." "You can't be sure about that." "Just as you can't be sure that you will lose everything." Shawn's eyes became soft, and so was his voice. "There are a lot of things that we can't be sure of, Shawn. But there's one thing I am sure of that you'll feel if you let this go, and that is regret. You will definitely regret it if you don't do anything to fix what Shawn and you have. And I am telling you now, that regret won't be easy to dissipate. It will be with you for the rest of your life. Can you live all your life filled with regret?"

“Then that’s something only you and her can talk about but you said she kissed you back. That doesn’t sound like someone still hung over her past” “She felt regret” I replied. Phil shook his head. “Grief can mask itself as a lot of things and sometimes regret is one of those things. It doesn’t mean she still loves him. It’s just a natural feeling” He explained. “You did say she was trying to put herself out there and you are the first person she’s been with after him. So of course, she feels the grief.” “Just as much as she feels the connection. It’s normal, Gerald.”

“Lauren,” Edith called from beside her husband, her voice low but carrying a weight that made it impossible to ignore. She was still holding Joseph upright, one arm wrapped tightly around his shoulders as though afraid he might collapse again at any moment. Her face was pale, drained of its usual warmth, and her eyes were swollen from crying for too long without rest. But what burned inside them now had changed completely. It was no longer fear. It was regret. Her gaze locked onto her daughter with a bitterness so deep it felt like it could cut through flesh.

As the familiar prompt sounded again and again, my heart sank little by little. The music festival was probably at its climax, and deafening cheers could be heard inside the venue. The bass vibrations could be felt even from behind the fence, which made the ground tremble. The atmosphere inside the venue infected the spectators outside who had no tickets. Everyone waved their glow sticks and screamed along. I was the only one standing there, clutching my phone, feeling out of place. Glancing at the 27 missed calls I had made on my phone screen, I suddenly realized that whether or not he came did not seem so important anymore.

Chapter Six Too Late Abe Regret was a funny thing. People always talked about it like it arrived all at once. Like a lightning strike. Like some dramatic realization that changed everything overnight. In reality? Regret came in pieces. Tiny little reminders scattered throughout your day. A song. A scent. A restaurant. A laugh that sounded almost like hers. And every single one felt like a knife. I stared out the floor-to-ceiling windows of my office. The city stretched endlessly below.

“Jensen… sorry…” Her eyes were red as she raised her hand and slapped herself. “I am sorry… I regretted it for the past three years… please forgive me. Please look at me one more time…” I rolled down the window halfway and looked at her with a cold expression. “Chelsea, do you think it is appropriate to say this in front of my wife? Do not come near me and disgust me again. I do not want to see you. Do not insult the word regret. You do not deserve it.”