It Is With Deep Regret Novels & Stories

I said it with a heavy heart as I stared at his horrible position. "It's normal for living beings to die... But she's my fucking woman!!! Why would she have to die?" He screamed, earning a look of pity from me. His tears fall like silent raindrops, each one a testament to the agony that grips his soul. Memories of her linger like a haunting melody, each note a piercing reminder of what once was. The weight of his regret is a heavy burden, crushing his spirit with each passing moment. I hope he will get through this hard time.

I found very little. It doesn't matter anymore, though. All that matters is my sorrow and regret.

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.

"Sienna, please—" "Please what? Please forgive you? Please tell you it's okay?" She stood, her body vibrating with rage and grief. "It's not okay, Elena. My brother will never walk again. Never run. Never—" Her voice broke. "He was supposed to dance at my wedding someday. He was supposed to walk his future kids to their first day of school. He was supposed to have a normal life and now—" "I know." Tears streamed down my face. "I know, and I'm so sorry. If I could take it back, if I could—"

She… she really did it. With a flare of fury, I hurled my copy of the certificate into the trash. “Scarlett Taylor!” I roared, my voice shaking with rage. “Let’s see how long you can play it tough. You will regret this. I swear it.” Without even turning her head, she replied: “The only thing I regret in my life… was marrying you.” She flagged down a cab, got in, and disappeared without a single glance back. Cold. Sharp. Final.

Tori’s voice was barely a whisper. “It was a mistake.” I exhaled heavily. “But you’re unhappy with your marriage.” “I’ve lived with that for the past three years, surely I can do that for a few more.” “Really? You’re going to do this?” “I ask again. How much to make you leave and keep quiet?” “I don’t want your goddamned money. You’re going to regret this.” She picked up her bag and walked out the door, slamming it behind her. I had to hold myself back from screaming my lungs out. Lately, I found myself doing things and regretting them immediately.

But now? “It doesn’t matter anymore,” I said calmly. “Why not?” Silas’s eyes turned red, his desperation spilling over. “Because we don’t need you anymore. I don’t trust you, and neither does Yael. We can’t wait for you forever.” My tone was steady, as though I were merely stating a fact.

What an irony! With my shoulders slumped and my dampened spirit, I rested my back on the iron gate not flinging when the hotness touched my back. It was nowhere as painful as the pain I was feeling in my heart, I’d just lost someone important and dear to me and it was taken by someone who I also held dear in my heart.

Maybe by now, we would be celebrating. Regret always comes last.