If You Dare To Long For Regret นิยาย & เรื่องราว

She suspected that he didn't want to live anymore and begged me to visit him, afraid he might do something irreversible. Unable to stand her constant tears, I finally agreed. When I saw Dylan through the glass, I almost didn't recognize him. He repented for a long time, then finally asked if I was willing to wait for him. I shook my head and returned all the money he had given me. As I turned to leave, I said one last thing to him. "Dylan, I've repaid everything I owed you. However, you'll never be able to repay what you owe me in this lifetime."

At the mention of a child, a surge of pain hit me—my unborn child, who died in that cold room along with me. "I will never bear a child for you," I said calmly. He approached, reaching out to put his arm around my waist. I smelled the floral scent of Lilith on his skin and saw a faint lipstick mark on his collar. "Enough, Sol," I took a step back. "Show some respect." He froze, then sneered. "Respect? You spent centuries fawning over me. Everyone knows you are my loyal worshiper. Now you suddenly want dignity?" I looked at him firmly. "Who said I was going to marry you?"

“Katherine, are you satisfied now?” Rachel struggled to sit up. Her carefully painted makeup had long since been ruined by mud, water, and tears. Seeing her in this miserable state, I suddenly recalled the past—how she always used this exact same pitiful expression to make Carlson break the rules for her, again and again. “Katherine, please listen to me,” she sobbed, her voice filled with that familiar, nauseating softness. “Lena is gone… The living should move forward, alright?” My fingers tightened around Lena’s pendant. Move forward?

“Jensen… sorry…” Her eyes were red as she raised her hand and slapped herself. “I am sorry… I regretted it for the past three years… please forgive me. Please look at me one more time…” I rolled down the window halfway and looked at her with a cold expression. “Chelsea, do you think it is appropriate to say this in front of my wife? Do not come near me and disgust me again. I do not want to see you. Do not insult the word regret. You do not deserve it.”

If I had not received that anonymous text message, I never would have believed that Marcus, who was always so restrained and proper with me and never touched alcohol, would engage in something like this. I swallowed the bitter feeling rising in my throat and pushed open the door. "Marcus, what are you doing?" Hannah Carter suddenly fell to the ground as if startled by my questioning voice. Someone immediately spoke up to criticize me. "Claire, aren't you being a bit too uptight? It's just a game of truth or dare. It's not real." Hannah looked at me with rapid, shallow breaths. "Claire, don't blame Mark for this. It's my fault. I lost the game, so he drank and played along with me..."

“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

When will the regrets end? To be continued...t

assistant"> I had already exhausted all my strength. Only then did I realize that the real world is nothing like any beautiful or sorrowful story. It is not true that someone will always happen to witness your tears at the right moment. It is not true that misunderstandings will always, by coincidence, find a way to be resolved. A moment of crying may pass in an instant, but misunderstandings and missed chances—also born in a single instant—often become regrets that last a lifetime. Sif once said that I was not indecisive, nor did I like wavering; I simply wished that when I cried, there would be a shoulder I could lean on.

At the hope sitting right at the surface. At the longing beneath it, older than it should have been on such a small face. At the silent fear of being unwanted again, that particular fear that children who have already lost things carry without knowing they're carrying it. And something inside Diana shifted, quietly and irrevocably. For so long, she had been the one begging to be chosen. The one waiting to be enough. The one learning to make herself smaller so she might finally fit somewhere she was wanted. Now someone was choosing her.

"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."