Novel & Cerita If You Dare To Long For Regret

"I can't get distracted. I need to focus on work. This company is something we worked hard to build. We've come so far. You understand, right?" I didn't respond. The disgust and nausea rising inside me felt impossible to hold back. I wasn't blind to his hesitation, and I knew where the perfume smell on him was coming from. They said childhood feelings couldn't beat true love, but Lorenzo could never forget his childhood sweetheart. He would do anything for her.

The upward inflection of the ending note carried that unique Sicilian pity— “See? That’s the poor thing who was mistakenly declared dead in the gang war and crawled back out of the gutter.” In this circle, Elena was the rose consecrated with holy water; I was the dried-up desert thorn. My existence was merely a family concession to the outside world: “Look, we didn’t neglect our own flesh and blood.” How utterly ironic. The departure day finally arrived. I booked a red-eye flight, taking off at 01:15 AM. I told no one.

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.

'Dear Ace, I went through an old picture album recently and found myself reminiscing about the past, which isn’t like me. I've always believed there was no point in looking back to regret or to ponder on what could have been. Yet, I have so much regret, so much I wish I had taken the time to reflect on. I realize now that none of the things I’ve accomplished were truly my dreams, but rather, they were things I thought would earn me the love and acceptance from my father. I thought I could live with myself even after I hurt so many people, even when I hurt you and broke your heart…' A single tear falls from my eyes, making me aware of the wetness in my eyes and the heaviness in my chest. I do

As if she is a lifeless doll, looking for a response. " Does it hurt you?" He scoffs... " Did you hurt you when I said I regretted it? That's true. I regret. That's true you deserve all the pain. Do you know how much it hurts? Do you have any ideas of losing someone Dearing? I know! It's me who lost everything. It's me who lost the person who made me feel like I am worthy, I am someone who can live happily. " His cheeks get wet...

Damon and Harper knew they’ll forever be bound and haunted by what they did. It wasn’t the hunt either of them hoped for. In opposition, it wasn’t what’s supposed to happen in any of the hunt. But the regret would always be late. Now panting and clinging on each other’s body as they both lay on the flat brimstone, they couldn’t help but regret. “This is a mistake…”- Harper murmured. Like she said, he thinks it was too. Now that it has been an hour past midnight, the remorse has dawned. Like the coming of the sunrise.

“I don’t expect simplicity. I don’t expect perfection. I only expect the chance to fight for what we had, what we could still have. I’ve lived with the regret every day, Amara. Every single day. And I can’t continue living without trying to make it right.” Tears spilled down her cheeks despite herself, and she raised her hand to brush them away, only to find Darren gently catching it in his. His touch was tender, grounding, yet it carried the weight of every apology unspoken, every regret unshared, every night he had spent wishing for her forgiveness. “I don’t know if I can trust you again,” she admitted, her voice trembling with honesty. “I want to, Darren… I want to believe. But the fear o

But I desperately need you to know that everything I experienced was real, we were real, my feelings for you are still real. I love you forever Astrid (Nancy)” I read it over and over again. A part of me feels like it’s slowly dying. Nothing hits harder than regret, a cancer that ravages your body until there’s nothing left but skin and bones. I have so many regrets when it comes to Ophelia. I’m hoping this email will correct my mistakes, but by the time she reads it, it will be too late. I’ve already been condemned to eternal damnation.

Leah let out another shaky breath and for the first time since she had set her plan in motion, dread outweighed the feeling of triumph. *********** Twice. He had doubled back twice and frustration had overtaken his mind. His restraint was slipping and he was barely hanging on to a thin thread of control. He just couldn’t understand. Sara wouldn’t just disappear, not without telling him. She wasn’t the impulsive kind. She was the far opposite from impulsive and always did things by the book so it made no sense that she would just vanish at an official event. The more he thought about it, the angrier he got. He should have kept an eye on her and paid her more attention but he hadn’t, and now,

Only pride remained, sharp and untouchable. The door slammed behind her. The sound echoed through the office. I stood there in the quiet for a long moment, breathing slowly, my heart pounding in my chest like it was trying to outrun something. My gaze drifted again to the photographs. To Richard’s face. To my own smile in those frames, soft, hopeful, unaware. My chest tightened again, but this time I didn’t let it soften me into regret. Because regret was dangerous. Regret could trick you into returning to something that broke you.