Novel & Cerita It Is With Deep Regret

I recalled the photo that had become yellowed with age and had been moved to a miserable corner of the photo wall. In an emotionless voice, I said, "I burned it the day I came back home. You asked too late." I looked at her. In her eyes, I saw disappointment, pain, and regret. After standing there silently for two minutes, she turned and made her way down the steps. Her slender figure quickly disappeared into the night. I knew we would never see each other again. But what I didn't expect was that it would be the last time I would ever see her.

"Traditions? Traditions are meant to be broken. If you don't find a way to satisfy everyone, I can't guarantee you won't be trending nationwide tomorrow." I had barely finished speaking when my assistant burst through the door with a ghastly pale face. "Mr. Sander, bad news. Cynthia's video is trending!" I refreshed my phone. Indeed. What disappointed me even more were the anonymous comments under the video, the IP addresses of which were all located in our office building. [Oh, who can argue with that? They called it a luxury trip, but the hotel they stayed in last year wasn't even as big as my bathroom.]

"Mom, you and Dad failed as parents. I'm just glad I wasn't raised by you and that I didn't end up like William. And forgiveness? That's not happening. "What really killed me was your indifference. If I had the choice, I'd wish I'd never been your child. But I won't let you die." I pressed my hand to her forehead and pulled away. "You'll live and spend the rest of your life drowning in guilt and regret." … I was sitting by the hospital window when Mom suddenly jolted awake. She ripped out her IV line and lurched off the bed, her face streaked with tears as she cried my name.

she whispered to herself. After a few blocks, the anger gave way to exhaustion. Her feet ached. The road stretched endlessly ahead. She sighed and muttered, “I’ll just get Cora to drive me back to the car.” That made sense. It made the walk feel like something temporary. But as the minutes passed, regret crept in. The air was colder now. Her hair whipped across her face. The pavement gleamed under the streetlights, still wet from the evening drizzle. Her arms wrapped around herself as she tried to fight the chill.

{isla’s POV} I don’t regret saying a damn word to his ugly face. Okay, his face isn’t ugly. It’s quite the opposite. But I just wish it was ugly so I could appropriately use this line; I don’t regret saying a damn word to his ugly face! Anyways, I don’t regret a word I said about Cayden ‘cause it was all the truth! And it was better he joined at the end to hear it for himself! But as much as talking about how I dissed Cayden is such an interesting topic, it’s not the topic of interest right now.

His words carried a sense of remorse, an acknowledgment of the unintentional burden he might have placed on her, a subtle reflection of concern and regret etched across his features. Evelyn's somber declaration hung in the air, casting a palpable shift in the room's atmosphere. "I regret to inform you that the rescue is no longer within reach," she conveyed, the weight of disappointment evident in her words. A subdued mood settled over the gathering, each person grappling with the realization of an unattainable hope. The air carried a sense of shared disappointment, weaving a thread of somber acknowledgment into the very fabric of the room.

I got it, I really did, but that didn’t necessarily make it right- and I think we all knew that now. I filled them in about my phone call with Vasha yesterday when we all had a chance to talk for a few minutes, and it was apparent they were starting to feel just as bad as I did. The shitty thing about regret is it only rears it’s ugly head after doing something you wish you could desperately take back. ********************

"It's none of their fault okay." "Yeah, it's mine." He spoke, in a deep voice filled with so much regret that my heart clenched tightly in pain. I sniffed, exhaling heavily as a small bead of tear dropped from my eyes, he was right though. It was his fault and we're just going to fix it, which is forgetting.

He was like a beast yesterday night. Who told they won't regret it. It's me but now I totally regret my decision. Now, I regret it. My waist is hurting a lot. I didn't think he would exhaust me like this. I totally regret it now. " Alex. " I screamed. ___