It Is With Deep Regret Novels & Stories

“You aren’t?” He pushed his hands further into his pockets. “No. It’s really not worth it to get mad over it.” What he said was more painful than anger would have been. Because the words were not said in a way that indicated pardon. Rather, they were said in a way that suggested hopelessness. Like one who had already given up on changing the past. “Still, I regret it,” I said. “I could have done more. I couldn’t have let it get to this point.”

I know Shalm would never open that door while she's with me. "He was sharing his regrets with me." She says waving her hand at the statement. "He's probably going through some shit and he thought it would be a good idea to make himself feel good by bothering me." She says and I frown. I know desperation when I hear it and that man sounded like he was experiencing more than just regret.

I curled my fingers into my palms, nails digging into the flesh. Deep within my chest, there was a warmth that had been fading steadily since I'd left the King behind. It was a sensation I'd never named, never truly acknowledged, and I didn't understand why I should feel sorry to see it go. But as it slipped away like something carried down a long, dark corridor, I did feel a pang of regret. Halvard glanced down at me, and I knew I needed to say something, anything, to break the heavy silence between us. What emerged from my mouth was a single, inadequate word: "Sorry."

I sigh, folding my arms against my chest. "Gosh how do I say this?" He mutters quietly to himself, taking in a deep breath. "Emily, I'm sorry. I know things didn't turn out well between us but I assure you I regret everything and did and also I regret everything I said to you that day. I miss you... I miss us" He says with regret in his eyes. "There is no us Jace,never was and never will be" I tell him. "Yeah, I know you're still mad at me.." He pauses,

For a moment, neither of us spoke. Then Bethany sighed, as if tired, but her voice remained firm. “If you move back in, you will not have my support.” “I’m not asking for it,” I replied. Another pause followed my response them Bethany muttered a colder voice, “You will regret this.” I inhaled then voiced skowly, “Maybe, maybe not.” “And if you do,” she added, “don’t come crying to me.” “I’ve never come crying to you,” I replied flatly.

Regret flashed in his eyes, and his voice turned urgent. "I'm sorry! I'm so sorry! It's my fault, Mari! I know all of this happened because I was reckless! I won't do it again, so please, forgive me this one time." A wave of helplessness washed over Maria. She was afraid he would lose sight, too. However, she knew Richard would never change. He would always charge ahead on his own. She shook his hand off and looked straight at him. "Do you know how I felt when I sent Eleanor away and watched her pay for what she did? I was not just happy, but I was lost too. If she has paid for what she did, what about you?

I shot back, letting him know his words had no power over me. His expression shifted, and I could see the embarrassment creeping in. He opened his mouth as if about to speak but hesitated, shaking his head before turning to leave. His shoulders slumped in disappointment. Just as he reached the door, he turned back toward us, his eyes locking onto mine. “You’ll regret this, Alice, I promise,” he muttered, his voice loud and threatening, drawing the attention of everyone around us. “Just know that when he hurts you, don’t come back begging.” He spat before walking out, the door slamming behind him.

“I know but… Can’t we do this in secret?” “No.” Finality reverberated in the man’s voice. “These are Mr. Brighthall’s wishes. Anyone who offends him will end up like this.” ‘These are Mr. Brighthall’s wishes.’ ‘Anyone who offends him will end up like this.’ The man’s words echoed in Deirdre’s mind. All the pain and sorrow that could ever have sprung from deep within her chest surged forward. The boundless darkness that had recently enveloped her paled compared to the biting cold freezing her heart.

The servant led her back inside while he remained outside, his face tightened back into the same hard mask. "REGRET". The word whispered inside his mind. A bitter laugh caught in his chest. Not yet.

"The marriage? The life you had before?" I considered it honestly. "I regret that someone took the choice away from me. I regret the cruelty of how it ended and the people who got hurt in the process." I looked at him. "But if none of it had happened I wouldn't be standing here right now. So I don't know how to regret it cleanly." He stepped closer, closing most of the distance between us. "I'm glad you're standing here right now." "I know," I said softly. "I'm starting to be glad too."