His Bittersweet Regret Novels & Stories

Maybe now we are happy again. But all that can't be returned. All I have now is regret for my wrong decisions. "Are not you scared?" he asked. "Maybe next time, you'll regret not fighting him the second time. Don't you want to give yourself one last chance to make it all right? It's not too late, Biv.”

"Currently? Is this 'bad memory' of yours a person?" "Yeah." The biggest regret of his life, actually. The sweetest, most aggravating, and definitely the most infinitely complicated part of his past. "My ex-wife." END OF BOOK TWO: HUNTING HER JEWEL

"Gosh, so sweet! Other people’s boyfriends are always the sweetest!" "He's solemnly holding cotton candy while accompanying his girlfriend to see her idol — the contrast is so adorable!" I involuntarily turned my head to look. On the screen, Maddie was nestled shyly in Jules' arms, while Jules' hands were tightly around her waist. The two of them were like a couple deeply in love, inseparable. I heard something inside me shatter. The shards pierced my heart, leaving it riddled with holes. I think it was time to end this five-year mistake.

He felt a sharp sting inside his chest remembering her. " Was I that bad?" He asked trying to figure out what wrong he had done that she chose to betray him. He again asked looking at the sky," What was my fault to deserve her betrayal?" " Was there any lacking in my love?" He asked placing his hand over his heart which was beating rapidly. Then, he let out some sarcastic laughter like an insane person. He remembered those photos & videos and continued laughing without any reason. He started pulling his hair due to pain and frustration and that's when his laughter turned into some slow sobs. He bit his lips to control his emotions and rubbed his whole face making it completely red.

It was the man Christine thought to be having a relationship with her best friend before she 'died'. Misty had asked Eithan Meyer how he viewed regret. Apparently, this innocent boy who suddenly turned into a very gloomy, icy person was forced by his classmates to participate in the contest, and he said that was how he viewed regret. He regretted going to school on that day he got voted to participate. He regretted not having enough time to sleep early this night due to this. He regretted having to make himself a clown walking half-naked under the indecent eyes of many men and women.

Death leaves a heartache no one can heal, love leaves a memory no one can steal. Boston, USA Regret is a strong emotion, so strong that it has the capacity to keep you trapped in the past forever. When a bout of regret strikes you, it cripples you from within. Like creepy insects crawling under your skin. Your own brain paralyzes you into submission and you are stuck in an era bygone, stuck in the loop of “what could have been”. It was a cool evening and the setting sun was beautifying the sky as if it was a Van Gogh masterpiece. A blood red Maybach is cruising along a deserted stretch of the highway overlooking lush green countryside. An enigmatic sight, a beautiful mechanic beast cruising

His palm rested gently on her shoulder making her face him. "Thank you…for coming back to me," His voice cracked and barely audible. Crystal remained silent. Mervin swallowed hard and his eyes suddenly darkened. "I am sorry that I couldn't protect your sisters or our daughter" he paused, his throat tightened,"I cost us… more than I can make up" His hand brushed against her flat abdomen, his eyes reddened," I cost us the chance to have more children.." He clenched his jaw and looked away. His eyes stung and he blinked rapidly fighting the tears not to pour.

At twenty, she designed a brooch and a pair of cufflinks for him. Noel's eyes turned red as he looked at them. He felt pain all over his body. His heart felt like it was being clenched tight by a pair of hands. He could hardly breathe. Noel covered his face with his hand. His tears fell through his fingers and wet his sleeves. That was when he suddenly understood. He knew what it felt like to lose something, only to realize too late that he cherished it. Even though Stella was only three months pregnant, Eric was already thinking about names.

Sadness seeped into my bones, like a winter chill that hesitated to leave even in the warm weather of spring. My heart was heavy with regret as memories came crashing through. The memory of her begging me to reconsider and just postpone the party but I had stubbornly refused, disregarding her begs as flimsy complaints. That was how I killed that beautiful soul and miraculously turned out alive. I shut my eyes painfully to cloud the regret in my mind. "Look at me," I lamented aloud "My life isn't even the least bit perfect. Why did I have to survive?" an ache of regret tightened around my neck making me wish I could alter the course of my life.

and then I saw them. Returning with the drink to stand in the scant heat of the sunshine, I watch holidaymakers and tourists going about their moronic activities. Hot alcohol and caffeine sear a trail down my throat but still, there's no warmth inside me. She was coming to see me... Coming to say she'd be with me... Shivering, I drain the dregs. Bitter as bile, churning and toxic, regret wells up inside me... Enfolds me in its harsh embrace... Overwhelms me...