His Bittersweet Regret Novels & Stories

James blurted, his face scrunching up in bitterness. A beep came in on his phone, and he slid it open almost immediately. His earlier bitterness vanished suddenly, grabbing my attention as I shifted to glance at the screen of his phone….

Because of his inside which was rotten and crumbled as much as the weather, a gloomy mood stabbed his lungs. The self-loathing rushed in that inside that exquisitely woven parting script, himself was just a consumed supporting role. Even though it is the last time, he should have left at least a single photo which is the evidence of the flash that we existed while breathing the same air. That lingering regret settled down like dregs at his chest bottom and tenaciously caught his ankle.

she said as she stood up. "Listen, child. I know how it feels deeply regret what you should have done a long time ago." She said, her voice laced with bitterness. "My story is similar to yours, you know? My stupid pride prevented me from admitting the fact that I couldn't live without him and then I ended up losing him." 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."

“ I thought that I would let you be and keep to myself but I realise now that it was a mistake. I should have confronted you about the welcome party you threw for her when you said you were going to attend a gala. I was an idiot for believing whatever you say. In a sense, this is my fault. I didn't even mention that I wasn't feeling well and I missed my parents. In case you forgot, my parents died. They have been gone for a long time and this is where they are buried. That is why I came here to visit them. I'm not some crazy stalker like you think but yeah, you can think whatever. I don't care anymore. You can continue taking care of Anna. She matters more to you than I do.” I lost my compos

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.

He looked at Brandon who was looking at him pitifully. “She wished that I would regret being with her,” Andrew told him, his face full of agony, “And that I would experience the most painful thing in life. Guess what? Her wish came true. I regret everything that I said to her the last time we met and I feel the worst pain in my heart.” Brandon said nothing as he watched Andrew drown himself in grief. ••• ~Two hours before the plane exploded~ Clara turned around when someone grabbed her shoulder and turned her. She looked at him shocked.

He looked at me like he was searching for something-a crack, a weakness, a reason to believe I didn’t mean it. “I regret every moment with you,” I said. My voice was calm, but every word cut deep. “Every single one. I regret trying. I regret loving you. I regret begging. I regret offering you everything and getting nothing back. I regret wasting three years of my life on someone who never saw me as anything more than a business transaction.” My voice didn’t shake. “I regret all of it, you asshole.” Damon’s face changed. His mouth twitched, his eyes flickered. For a second, I thought I saw pain — real pain — but it didn’t matter anymore.

Watching her walk away in silence after I said that word did one thing to my heart, it broke it into pieces, and all I could feel right now in my soul was regrets despite knowing deep down that there was no room for regrets in this world, yet a man had to taste the bitter before he could taste the sweet—She was the bitter. I could have sworn that I heard her heart beating heavily after I said those words. At First I thought I had her cornered with the way I spoke, as it turned out, I was the one left with regrets that were easy to come by. They piled up, each one weakening the entire of what seemed to be my resolve. I didn’t regret much, saying those words to her and up until recently, I h

“I’m listening, Zion. Just say whatever you came here to tell me.” “Look, I’m not enjoying this. I’ll stop everything and give back all your projects. Just give in and move in with me, please.” I didn’t know why he was begging me. He should be celebrating his victory. “Congratulations on snatching away my livelihood, Zion. I’m fine where I am. I don’t feel the need to move in with my worst enemy alive.” I walked towards my car dejected, not wanting to deal with another disappointment. I knew I had to meet Mr. Salisbury, but what was the use? Zion would surely bag the deal once he found out. Did he really think I would give in?

The truth that softened the bitterness he had so stubbornly nurtured over the years. The truth that melted the judgments he had carried since he was a boy. Now, as Arnav read the heartbreaking words of a mother in her youth, his hatred began to melt. Slowly, but undeniably. And now… what was left? What remained was something far more piercing: an overwhelming, gut-wrenching regret. Crushing, soul-deep regret that burned like a wound too long untreated. It was then that curiosity began to claw at him. This aching need to know everything about the woman he hadn’t seen in years.