I Don T Want To Regret の小説・ストーリー

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.

You're comfortable there because that's where you have control; it's where you know the lay of my emotional land. 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 to just 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?"

"You can't hold me out of my will. You can't do that!" Henry chuckled. "Watch me." He simply waved at Martins and Lauren was dragged now towards the guest room. “Diana will never come back to you!” she shouted over her shoulder as she was pulled away. “Never!” Her laughter echoed down the hallway until the door shut behind them. Silence fell heavily over the living room. Henry stood there for a moment, breathing hard. Then the anger drained out of him, leaving something much worse behind. Regret. He exhaled slowly and sank back into the couch. His elbows rested on his knees as he stared down at the floor.

“I used to say… I will not regret it, even if one day I want to give up the love arranged by my parents, I will never regret it.” His weak, powerless body took a step back, that year, if he knew the Queen of the Gods had arranged for him a turbulent love affair like this, what would he do being able to say the word "never regret" so gently? "If at first, you chose to give up, you said you would never regret it, today you should cut off your feelings to avoid harming others, harming yourself."

Strong against all these trials. God let Cheryl live to be 20 years old, and God took her back. And now, the only regret remains. Sometimes, Ayden gets annoyed. Why should there be a word of regret in life if there is a warning beforehand not to feel remorse too deeply? "Return?" Delisha nodded. Opening the sheet is not bad, though you can't just forget about Cheryl. The two of them walked out without the need to look back. Isn't Cheryl in their heart? ________________ "Cher, you won't believe it. I'll be marry soon. Ahahaha." Rose laughed wryly, wiping her tears.

Because there’s always the giant rain cloud looming over our heads of what if I can’t control myself? I don’t want a legacy. I don’t want to be remembered. I’m bad luck. I’d rather not be remembered than to be remembered for all the harm that I accidentally cause.

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

My mother didn't spare him another glance and linked her arm through mine. "Come on, sweetheart. Everyone at home has prepared a welcome party for you." We turned and left. Behind us, Antonio made one final attempt. "Isabelle!" I stopped walking, but I didn't turn around. "You're going to regret this," he said. "Sooner or later, you'll realize you've lost someone who loved you so much." The words were so disgusting that they made me want to throw up. "Where exactly does all that confidence come from? Keep your toxic love to yourself, and stop ruining other women's lives."

“Trying to be with him. Isn't better if I just forget about love or whatever, for my sanity?" “What do you think would happen if you did that?" She asked. “Stop capping". I said. “I'm not". She replied, raising her hands. “Would you regret not going for it?" I thought about it. “I would. I really would". “Then go for it. No regrets". She shrugged. I thought about it. That's not really...it doesn't sound right." She shrugged again. “Jenn". She sighed. “Okay. You know the Coulda-woulda-shoulda?"