I Don T Want To Regret 소설 & 이야기

Would I regret not helping her? I didn’t want to regret things. Regret had been my biggest fear from the start—a fear that made me stay on the good side so I didn’t end up hurting others only to regret it later. I didn’t want to look back at life and think…I wish…I could have made a different choice. This choice might become a pain in the ass. But at least… I pulled my shirt over my head, dropped it on the floor, and removed the blankets from her body. My palms landed on either side of her head as I peered down at her lifeless face.

That would be an action that I would regret at the end of the day. And... at this point, regrets are something I don't wish to have.

I use that to propel me forward. Those voices of yours are drowned out by the loud thumps of my beating heart, the thumps that are my own cheerleading squad telling me just to try. Just. Try. Just Try. And I know myself now just as I am knowing more about you, is that what I don't want to feel, more than you in my head and my heart, is Regret. Fear, you come and go. But Regret, well, Regret stays forever. And Regret is the most unwelcome guest because, in most cases, I can prevent Regret from coming into my home.

I asked softly, "Have you ever had any regrets, Stefano?" Stefano pondered for a moment before replying, "I regret trusting those who didn't deserve it. I regret quitting when I should have kept fighting. I have quite a lot of regrets, actually." "What about now?" Stefano chuckled softly and said, "I've learned that regret gets you nowhere—one must move forward and avoid looking back." He then patted my shoulder and said, "You should give it your best next Monday, Valentina." I nodded in assent, clenching the document in my grasp.

"No, I’m perfectly fine with what I am wearing." I wish I knew before I jumped in the car, how my birthday would turn out. Maybe things would have been different and the last 10 years would have never happened. I know it is said that to regret your past is to deny yourself peace of mind. But regret is the only thing I can do, because saying sorry for the choice I made, well, that would not happen.

He climbs slowly to his feet, grunting as he stretches out his back, before reaching down to pick up my plate. “Do you ever regret it?” I can’t help but ask, though I’m not even sure what I want to know. Regret life? Regret logging? He seems to understand what I mean though, as he smiles gently. “Nothing in life is ever worth regretting. You see, Lena, regret is like mold. You can scrub and scrub until it’s out of sight, but it always comes back if you let things get damp again. So, I try not to let life get damp.”

She raises her brows at me. “I’m scared that whatever is happening between us, you’ll regret it in the future. You only want a distraction right now from the betrayal, from the pain.” Running a hand through my hair, I say, frustrated with myself. “I just... I don’t want to be something you regret. And I don’t want to be a mistake and the person you hate me.”

A series of my hatred collapsed with my newly build feelings that were very much comfortable than the pain I was feeling. I looked in his eyes. They were truthful and consuming. At this moment, I want to forget everything and get with him. I want to leave everything and touch him. At this moment, I am willing to lose my dignity. "Maybe there is something else that I will regret", I said. He gave me a questionable look and asked, "what?" "However, I wont regret it at the moment atleast", I repeated. "what are you....", he was speaking and I kissed him.

I use that to propel me forward. Those voices of yours are drowned out by the loud thumps of my beating heart, the thumps that are my own cheerleading squad telling me just to try. Just. Try. Just Try. And I know myself now just as I am knowing more about you, is that what I don't want to feel, more than you in my head and my heart, is Regret. Fear, you come and go. But Regret, well, Regret stays forever. And Regret is the most unwelcome guest because, in most cases, I can prevent Regret from coming into my home.

"I messed up. You're better than this. Just let me go!" Eric yanked her back a step, pale and wrecked. "Lena, I screwed up." I stepped out of the elevator, baby bump out, Shelby and my legal team right behind me. Briana lost it. "Lena, I swear I've changed! I'm begging you!" I stopped. Looked down at both of them. Zero sympathy. "Briana, I'm not a rehab center." Calm. Cold. She stepped closer, jaw tight. "We've paid enough. I got kicked out, Eric too. We're broke. What else do you want?"