His Regret, My Light Novels & Stories

But this casual cruelty, this complete dismissal of my life, was something new. "Should we follow them? Get their information?" someone in the crowd asked. "They're gone," another voice answered. "Jesus, what kind of person leaves their wife bleeding in the street?" The kind I married, I thought. The kind I gave everything to. Darkness crept in from the edges of my vision, but I fought against it. I wasn't ready to die yet, not like this, not alone on the cold pavement while my family celebrated someone else's birthday. My fingers twitched against the concrete. Pain radiated from everywhere and nowhere at once.

He watched her from across the room, the space between them feeling vast and unbridgeable, the regret a heavy stone sinking in his gut, pulling him down into a dark,su#ocating despair. gut. Every careless word, every unanswered call, every time he'd chosen his own stubborn pride over her soft, forgiving eyes replayed in his mind like a broken record.He remembered the curve of her smile the !rst time he'd told her she was beautiful, the way her hand !t perfectly in his, the trust that used to shine in her eyes likesunlight on a clear lake. He'd shattered it, piece by piece, and now stood amidst the ruins, desperate to rebuild but paralyzed by his own failures. He yearned to rewind, torewrite

The same porch where we had sat so many nights, watching the stars, waiting for the nightmare to end. The stars were out. The air was warm. Crickets sang in the darkness. "Thank you," he said. "For what?" "For not giving up on me. For coming back. For loving me even when I didn't deserve it." "You always deserved it. You just didn't know it." He took my hand. "I'm going to spend the rest of my life making you happy." "I know

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 eyes well up, tears fall like the rain, "I'm sorry," I offer, useless words, but all I can obtain. Darrick shakes his head, resigned, "It's my fault," he confesses true, Self-blame in his voice, a sorrow that we both pursue. I take his hand, comfort offered, "We both made mistakes," I say, Shared guilt and regret, our hearts heavy, lost along the way. Darrick's gaze drifts to Roman and Rose, happy and free, While we're trapped in regret, a pain that's all we see.

He just needs to let it shine through. “If you say so.” He caught my hand in his and kissed each of my fingers softly. “I’m sorry I made you remember those things,” I said in a small voice. “I’m not,” he replied firmly. “I’m not sorry you did. You were right yesterday. You have to get lost in the dark to appreciate the light. My head is full of darkness, full of shadows and horrors, and then I look into your eyes. It’s like finding the light at the end of the tunnel – the light I never thought I’d find.”

‘Did you see her eyes? “I saw restraint.” ‘You saw regret.’ I crossed the room, poured wine into a goblet, and swallowed it in one motion. It burned down my throat and did nothing to calm me. “She doesn’t regret me,” I said. ‘No,’ Mylor replied lazily. ‘She regrets what you could have been.’ The goblet cracked slightly in my grip. Outside my window, the courtyard lights flickered. I could still see her in that corridor. Standing straight, stronger, colder and more beautiful than I remembered.

A flicker of hope flashed in Elson's eyes, but it quickly dimmed. "Start over? With a woman who wanted me dead?" "That's your choice, just like how it was your choice to betray me." Elson suddenly burst into hysterical laughter filled with despair and madness. "I'm finished... I have nothing left..." he mumbled, his eyes vacant. I gave him one last look, then turned and walked away. This time, there was no shouting behind me—only the sound of a broken man's sobs. I got into the car without looking back.

I needed to say this, “This morning…” I felt Gideon tense under my hands, and I knew if I looked at him he would be glaring. He didn’t want me to speak of it, but I had to. “If it… If it was you…,” I stumbled through the thoughts that had been repeating in my head all day, “I can’t regret it. I refuse to regret it.” I raised my head and saw his stare fixed onto my face as I spoke. “No one could feel what that felt like and regret it. It was… something bigger than either of us,” I knew this made me sound like a hopeless romantic, but I just needed to know that he’d felt it too.

“Or I’ll make sure you regret ever being born.” The lights flickered off again as he and his men left. I stood there in the darkness, my back against the shelf, breathing hard. Everything I thought I knew was a lie. And now I was trapped. Completely trapped.