I Won't Accept Your Regrets Novels & Stories

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.

From the look in his eyes, the man looked like he was in pain. Sadness, anger, disappointment all mixed together. Raga was disappointed to know Yasmin regretted what they did last night. The man did not know what was wrong and lacking from him until Yasmin regretted what had happened between the two of them. "Yasmin. I don't know why you reject me so much. I've tried to give you my best but you never saw it. Now I ask you, do you regret what we did? Do you regret giving your body to me, your own husband? Why? Am I so dirty to you that you regret it? Am I so undeserving that you regret it? Why, Yasmin?"

"That's brave. Or stupid. I haven't decided which yet." "Can't it be both?" "With you? Probably." Something shifted in the room. Not forgiveness exactly. But acceptance. Acknowledgment that we were both figuring this out and neither of us had a manual. "Can I ask you something?" I said. "Haven't you been asking me things for the last twenty minutes?" "This is different. Personal." "Go ahead." "Do you regret marrying me? Knowing what you know now? How I operate?" He looked at me for a long time. "No. I don't regret it. I regret that I didn't see who you were sooner. That I tried to fit you into a box you were never going to stay in."

Why not? Numbness spreads through my fingers and toes, but I'm proud to say that I act normal. Like my whole world isn't crashing down around my ears. Like my sweet boyfriend isn't waiting for me in the parking lot, clueless as fuck. "As in... you didn't want me to come? You regret what happened yesterday?" Will I die of this sweet ache? "I—regret? Theresa, come on." Dr Strom glares at me like I'm the one who's being confusing as hell. "Of course I don't regret it one bit. That was—I will treasure that memory, even if we don't... even if we never..."

"However, the man who failed you is still alive at least. Miss Vera, you still have a chance to right this regret." His tone sounded weaker than it had ever been before and his alluring eyes seemed to have lost their light, looking so depressed and lonely. His words had also seemed to reveal what his irreparable regret was. Madeline casually picked up the glass and drank the liquid in it, then chuckled lightly. ‘Jeremy Whitman, I'm afraid your regret is only because you feel ashamed for having done something bad, no? ‘You’ve never cared about me. More misconceptions will only hurt me more and make me regret more.

Remo interrupted, "You can say the words. It won't kill you. You already did the hard part." I gritted my teeth so hard I thought they’d crack, "If you’re waiting for me to say sorry, or for some look of regret, keep waiting. You won't find it. I don’t regret it. I’ll never regret it. If I had to go back, I would’ve done it sooner... before you were even old enough to remember her face. You think you can live with that? Because that’s the man who’s sitting in front of you." Remo shrugged, a cold movement, "I’ve been living with the shit you and her threw at me my whole life. What’s one more body on the pile?"

“I know how hard it is to be around me sometimes, for everybody, and I know it must be especially difficult for you. But I like you, you see, and I just want to be by you. I want to press my cheek against your jacket and see what your hair feels like. I love to listen to you play, and I pretend sometimes you wrote a song just for me. And all of this, it isn’t fair to you, and for that I feel regret.” Regret. What an unusual choice of words. It isn’t wise to regret, not really, and it usually doesn’t do any good either. You regret things that happened and which you no longer have control over. You don’t regret the present, and you don’t regret the future. Bryony tended not to regret at all, i

“What is wrong with you?” Her voice was sharp now. “No room for regret here.” She pointed at the money. “Have you forgotten something?” “Girl, nobody is coming to save you.” Her words landed hard. “No One!” “Not your parents.” “Not your school.” “Not the government.” “No one.” She leaned closer. “So what exactly are you regretting?” “This money can literally fix your problems.” She shook her head.“But you can’t keep doing this forever, Chloe.” “You can’t keep being full of regrets”.

But I couldn’t. “I told you to leave, why didn’t you leave.” He didn’t even look up when he was talking to me. I fight back the tears. I won’t make a fool of myself. “You shouldn’t stay with me, take your stuff and leave after we’re done here.” “Why did you accept, why didn’t you say from the start that you won’t accept me for me.” My eyes were glistening. “I feel I shouldn’t be here.” Creamy whispered. He looked up at me and I held his gaze. “You regret it now?”

"Aurora! I told Damian I wanted to apologize, and I can't believe he brought you here. I know I was wrong that day. Will you forgive me?" I looked at Damian, but he just kept flipping through the auction catalog in silence. So that was the real reason for this trip. So Clara could apologize. The whole “clearing my head” excuse had just been a cover. I felt empty inside, as if something inside me had been hollowed out, but I didn't even have any tears left to cry. Clara reached for my hand, her eyes full of regret. "I really didn't mean to hurt you. I was just so excited. After being away so long, it's nice seeing everyone again, and I can't help but feel happy about it."