Novel & Cerita If You Dare To Long For Regret

He said and I veered my gaze to Ralph in my fright. He had tears in his eyes and I had a swollen feeling of grief and fear within me. Both of us were on different levels of pain. While mine was emotional pain, his was more physical but we both shared one emotion, one similar pain. Regret. I was in regret and I could see that Ralph was. We were about to die because we had been stupid. I was about to die because I had been greedy. “Should I kill the King or the Queen first?” The Lycan King asked an open question.

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.

Regret was the worst. Regret was sour and bitter, and it tasted so close to the truth I had to fight sinking into it. I want to undo this. To make it right. But I have no idea how. I don't seem to know how to open up to people without getting the door slammed in my face. I wanted to tell him everything, maybe if I'd been able to, we could have lived differently, maybe I'd be there with you now instead of here. Maybe... if I'd said, 'I'm so afraid of losing something I love that I refuse to love anything,' maybe that would have made the impossible possible. Maybe, but I couldn't do it, I had buried too much too deeply inside me. And here I am, instead of there. And some part of me has never q

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

“They mean it. You don’t get in unless the Gate’s fed.” “Fed what, exactly?” one of the teenagers whispered, though we all knew. “Regrets,” the older woman said. “The deep ones.” Jax grimaced. “Of course. Emotional damage DLC.” I stared at the text. “One regret… per person?” I asked. “Or do we—do we share? Is this like group therapy where only one person has to cry for everyone to go home early?” As if in answer, fresh script bled into existence below the first line, letters forming in a slow, deliberate scrawl:

I wonder if they miss me, or if I'm just a distant memory, a page turned in their book. I know I should pull myself together, that I should take back control of my life. But right now, all I feel is this emptiness, this absence, this regret. I regret letting myself go, believing in their promises, thinking that this night could be the start of something bigger. I regret opening my heart, making myself vulnerable, surrendering to them.

But I’m also curious to hear him say what I think he’s saying. “It all started with a dare,” he continues, “I met this girl in high school but never interacted with her. My friends and I thought she was too proud and arrogant. They challenged me to a dare that’d ruin her life—seduce, marry, then dump her to see if she’d drop her pride. That was just so unfair. But I didn’t think about that effect. I went ahead like a fool to do what I was dared to do. Till today, I regret ever even speaking to them that day. But I had so many chances to correct my actions, yet I didn’t. I only realized what I’d done after she was gone.”

Before he left, he promised me one thing. "Wait for me. When I come back, we get married." Those words. That was all I needed. So I waited. Three years of waiting. During that time, I heard every rumor imaginable. People said Vincent was dead. Said he'd run off. Said he was never coming back. I ignored all of it. I just counted the days until he returned and made me his wife. Now, everyone in the city knows there are two people they can't cross. The first is me, Sophia Black. They say I'm ruthless in business. Invincible. That I have only one weakness.

I ruined that smile, that laughter, that joy! I ruined her and then I ruined it all! My jaw tightens slightly at the memory, the familiar weight settling into my chest like something that has long since made itself at home there. Regret is an interesting thing. It doesn’t ever fade, It sharpens and the longer you live, the deeper it cuts. And I have lived long enough to understand that there is no redemption waiting for me at the end of this. Only repetition. Only her. Again! And again. And again.

Is it something that heavy to be true? If properly if you regret it is there and will come late. Then that moment has arrived, the day of regret that so are Jimmy feel at the moment. Regretting all his stupidity that resulted in Erika's being far from his reach. Regretting all the thoughts bad about Erika, so make Erika go of him. Jimmy wants to regain Erika, reach out, and hug Erika into his embrace. Perfect Jimmy missed that his wife now. The woman who makes life more meaningful, a woman whose name is always embedded in the inner recesses of his heart.