I Regret Losing Her Novels & Stories

“Tried to kill my child. There’s no coming back from that.” “I know.” Her voice is small. “I just… I don’t want you to do something you’ll regret because of me.” Something breaks loose in my chest. “Regret?” I stare at her. “The only thing I regret is not seeing this coming sooner.” “That’s not what I meant” “I know what you meant.” I step back, running a hand through my hair. “You think I’m going to lose myself over this. That I’ll become something worse.” She doesn’t deny it.

and focus only on the hope. “Yes,” I whispered back. And if this fails, well... one thing is certain: I’ll be miserable for the rest of my life. I’ve already lost my daughter, my parents, and even my first love. Losing anything else now would just be another addition to the list. Will my heart shatter into pieces beyond repair? Yes. But I’m stronger than that. Bella always said so. “Sorry?” Aiden asked, his brow raised, watching me anxiously. “I said... yes,” I repeated, my voice steadier this time.

She picked up a pen and wrote beneath it: Whoever refuses to let go of it. Before bed, she stood by the window again. Somewhere out there were people just like she once was dismissed, discarded, told their value had expired. She wished she could tell them one thing. Not that it would get better. Not that love would return. But this: If they regret losing you, make sure it’s because the world is better with you in it without their permission. Serena turned off the light. The story was finished but theimpact wasn’t.

“ 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

It was a simple registration with no wedding. She said she finally understood that stolen happiness had to eventually be paid for. She said her biggest regret was losing me as a friend. She apologized. I stared at the email, speechless for a long time. Finally, I only replied with one sentence. Zoe: [Take care.] Then, I deleted the email. Some mistakes were unforgivable. Some people were lost forever once you lost them.

My father's voice, apparently very calm, telling the second investigator, "Her mother abandoned her when she was twelve. Krista made her choice about contact years ago. Please do not call this number again." "He said I made the choice," I said. "Yes." "I was twelve." "Yes," she said again. Something shifted in my chest. Not quite anger, not quite grief, something that sat between them and had no clean name. "I spent sixteen years thinking you chose to leave and never looked back," I said. "I spent twelve of those years thinking you were dead. I grieved you. I grieved you at the funeral that wasn't real, in the cemetery where there was no grave, and then I spent the years after that grieving

"I miss you, John. Every second of every day. I keep thinking about the life we could have had, the love we could have shared. It's not fair... it's just not fair." Amelia's soliloquy echoed through the room, her words a testament to the depth of her pain and the profound loss she felt. In that moment, her broken heart spilled over with memories, regrets, and the realization that life could change in an instant, leaving her adrift in a sea of sorrow.

Something raw and wounded crossed her face before she locked it down. "You think your love story matters to me?" she asked. "You think I care about your regrets or your second chances? I lost my son, Maxwell. I lost the only person who ever looked at me with genuine affection instead of fear or greed. So forgive me if I do not weep for your marriage problems."

The way she had cried at every single sad movie despite pretending she didn’t, always blaming allergies or dust whenever anyone caught her wiping her eyes. “She wasn’t perfect,” my mother said, tears streaming freely now, her voice thick with the particular grief that came from finally being allowed to properly mourn rather than perform. “But she was ours, and we loved her completely, imperfections and all. I think that’s the thing I regret most, that it took losing her, and then nearly losing everything else besides, before I finally let myself remember her that honestly again.”

I manage to whisper after about thirty seconds of silent weeping, and he freezes. He finally looks at me, and regrets cloud his pale blue eyes. I shake my head as his mouth opens. "It's fine. Just go," I whisper, and he nods. He walks out silently, and I close my eyes. Why does it hurt so bad to lose someone I never had?