His Bittersweet Regret の小説・ストーリー

"I don't care. But make sure of one thing. Never regret your decisions right now. Because the way you're doing this might end up with something that will only hurt the both of us." Callum turned around. And left. Elise stood frozen in place. She watched her husband's back disappear down the hallway, then smiled bitterly. "Elise Voss," Elise whispered softly. "It seems I can finally accept that name now... after hearing it from you."

She'll make you curse, but she a blessing She'll rip your shirt within a second You'll be coming back, back for seconds With your plate, you just can't help it No, no you'll play along Let her lead you on, on, on You'll be saying, "No, no" Then saying, "Yes, yes, yes" 'Cause she messin' with your head Oh, she's sweet but a psycho A little bit psycho At night she screamin' "I'm-ma-ma-ma out my mind" Oh, she's hot but a psycho So left but she's right though At night she screamin' "I'm-ma-ma-ma out my mind"

Akriti said feeling excited about her wedding. A strange bitterness occurred in Adrita's heart hearing the word 'Love'. Bitter questions appeared in her mind. Why isn't she able to fall in love? Is it hard to fall in love? Will she ever feel love towards someone? I will die single, she mentally cried in her mind. "And also virgin!" Her heart snickered! "Why are you suddenly making a sad face?" Akriti asked, looking at her. "Nothing." "Let me go and check up on Kabir to give him some warm hospitality!" Adrita smirked wondering what he must be doing in Ghostland!

Why not? Numbness spreads through my fingers and toes, but I'm proud to say that I act normal. Like my whole world isn't crashing down around my ears. Like my sweet boyfriend isn't waiting for me in the parking lot, clueless as fuck. "As in... you didn't want me to come? You regret what happened yesterday?" Will I die of this sweet ache? "I—regret? Theresa, come on." Dr Strom glares at me like I'm the one who's being confusing as hell. "Of course I don't regret it one bit. That was—I will treasure that memory, even if we don't... even if we never..."

Adrian gets up and starts leaving. He can feel the weight of her words echoing in his mind. The bitterness in her voice cuts deep. “People forget after committing mistakes, but they definitely get the fruits of their deeds; I see only regrets in your fate.” she screamed. He knows she's right. As Adrian walks away, he can't shake off the feeling of guilt and regret that now consumes him. He knows he has hurt her deeply, and the consequences of his actions are now staring him in the face. The harsh reality of his mistakes hits him like a ton of bricks, and he realizes that he may never be able to make things right again. The words of the woman he once loved haunt him as he walks away, knowing

Ellaya knelt on the cold, damp ground, her fingers trembling as they traced the jagged edges of the gravestone. The biting wind clawed at her skin, its chill settling deep into her bones. Her hair, disheveled by the relentless breeze, clung to her tear-streaked face. The night wrapped around her like a shroud, heavy and unforgiving, as the venomous words of the man she once loved echoed mercilessly in her mind. *“I regret meeting you. I regret marrying you—even if it was only on paper, even if it was for revenge.”*

Like a promise I gave to the wrong person and never got back. Heat washed through my face, ugly and raw. “So this is… what?” I asked, throat tight. “Punishment for loving the wrong idiot too long?” “More like… data,” he said. “Your biggest regret, written where you can’t pretend you don’t see it.” “Fun,” I said bitterly. “Love that for me.” He watched me for a second, then asked quietly, “Who did you regret?” The question slid under my skin with a sting.

One bite, and the memories flood back. Sweetness and warmth, things I thought I'd forgotten how to feel. I didn't want to like it, hell, I told him it was disgusting, thinking maybe he'd hate me enough to let me go. But now... I'm crying. Silent tears. Not from fear this time, but from regret. Regret that I didn't finish the whole damn thing. It hurts to admit it... but I want more.

“Why?” “Because you were guilty of misconduct,” he replied flatly. “Misconduct? Marcus, we were both complicit in this. You insisted we do it in the office. Why am I the only one being punished?” Her voice cracked, her loyalty to him evident despite his betrayal. Marcus sighed, his tone devoid of empathy. “Look, Josephine, I’ll be straight with you. I don’t love you. I tried, I really did. But it just didn’t happen. I saw effort in you, and that’s why I kept trying. I even proposed to you... but it’s not working. I can’t keep pretending.”