It's Too Late For Regret の小説・ストーリー

She hated the idea of ​​leaving Sophia alone, addicted to work, again. With her heart pounding, she looks at the phone ringing and runs to answer it. - Baby, I missed your voice so much. "Hello, my angel. Only my voice?" - No. I miss you a lot too. "What are you doing?" - I've just finished packing almost the entire house. "Great. This is a sign that you have no regrets.” - I didn't regret it. And you? Did you regret it? “I only regret not having met you years ago. I lost half of my life without you. But one thing I know. Better later than never. I will never regret having you by my side.”

Whatever it is, I no longer care. “No, that’s what she told you because that’s all she knew. Yes, I was the one behind it. I was the one who planned everything, but I never intended to ruin your life. I know what I did was wrong, but I have already regretted it.” Now he regrets it, only when it’s already too late? The saying is true: “Regret always comes at the end.” People only realize the weight of their actions once they’ve already hurt someone.

“One bad review. One big fight with my old man. Then I started working at the bank. Just like that, the dream got left behind.” There was pain behind his words, the kind that lingers for years. Regret was heavy in his voice, not loud but undeniable. “I regret it every single day, Sil,” he said, finally meeting my eyes. “Every goddamn day. I should’ve kept playing.” Silence fell between us again. Not awkward this time. Just… full. I reached out and touched his hand gently. “It’s never too late, Ed.” He gave me a half-smile. “Tell that to my forty-something bones.”

he said gently, his words a whisper of remorse. I swallowed hard, my throat dry, my heart a jumbled mess of emotions. I looked into his eyes, searching for something more, a deeper apology, a promise of something more, but there was nothing. He just said, "Sorry." I started to dress, my movements slow and deliberate, my body still trembling from the intensity of the experience. I had nothing to say to him, because we were nothing. It may have been foolish, but I am only human, and if I regret my decision, there is nothing I can do about it. Because I know that regret always comes last, and no one regrets at the beginning, only in the end.

The statement immediately captured her attention. Because regret had shaped so much of their lives. Adrian continued. “For years I regretted losing control.” A pause. “Then I regretted being wrong.” Another pause. His expression softened. “Now I regret wasting time.” The honesty felt profound. Because it reached the heart of everything. Time. The one thing nobody could recover. The one thing nobody could replace. Years lost. Conversations missed. Memories never created. Interesting. Very interesting. Ava understood exactly what he meant.

Why is regret always late? He’d warned me more than once, and I ignored him every damn time. I kept charging forward, knowing full well where it could lead. And now it was too late to back away. I forced a smile, shoving the thought down, refusing to let it ruin what little time we had left. This wasn’t the moment to spiral over something that hadn’t even happened yet. I hopped onto the pool’s edge, bringing myself eye level with him. Then I wrapped my legs around his waist and pulled him flush against me.

{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.

She wanted to spend her last days with me, to have some peace and quiet. "I said yes, of course. Then I watched as the sickness took her away, bit by bit, until she was gone. "I'm the one who sent that message." Janet showed him the chat on the phone again. "Lily got so sick she couldn't even text back, but she was really looking forward to this wedding. "She couldn't see anymore, but I wanted to make her dream come true, so I told you to get ready." Edison's eyes were stuck on the dark letters of the report, and a cold feeling spread from his fingers to his heart.

“It’s too late to regret that now.” “I don’t regret it. I don’t regret it one bit!”

Just a strange, quiet stillness. I thought maybe her regret was real. Maybe she truly suffered. But so what? She and I were nothing to each other now. The thread had been cut. The bridge had been burned. The man she was crying over didn't exist anymore. I closed the browser, locked the phone and put it in my drawer. Then I went back to the workbench, where Callie was waiting with a crooked wooden bridge that kept falling over. "Mr. Clark, look! The bridge is going to fall!"