It's Too Late For Regret Novels & Stories

Regret surged within her like a rising tide, making her chest ache. Tears slid silently down her beautiful face. “Henry, goodbye.” Her voice was so soft it was almost inaudible. “If there is a next life... I will make you and Rose pay.” And this time, Margaret would never be foolish enough to love Henry again.

Stella reached out to Eric with her hand and spoke softly and tenderly. "It's all over for now. It's time for you to chat with my parents." "You're right. They must be tired of waiting." The spark in Noel's eyes gradually dimmed as he watched them walk away while leaning against each other. He felt a pang of pain in his heart. It hurt so much that tears welled in his eyes. Noel felt something leaving his body and floating away. He knew he could no longer get it back.

"You'll regret this tomorrow. Please think for a second." It was too late for that.

“I leave in two days. It’s a good job, Julia.” “But maybe when you come back,” I tried. “You’re not listening,” he said, his voice rising slightly. “I’m not coming back. There is no maybe. I’m so sorry. But this is the way it has to be.” Tears brimmed in my eyes. I wanted to keep him in my life, but I could see now that he couldn’t do that. I was being selfish. “I’ll never forget you,” he told me, his face softening. “I’ll think about you often, and fondly.”

Until you feel hollow. And regret and despair are all you're left with. You can't cope with this feeling. You can never feel better. And you can never forget. People say times is supposed to heal all scars but no, time doesn't heal these scars. The scars engraved in your heart. As a cloud of melancholy surrounds you, you know you've lost the time to repent your mistakes. And all you can do is wallow in self pity. My eyes blurred as I thought about what I've lost. This loss was too big. And I knew I couldn't make everything alright now, not even if I wanted too. Its too late. Too late to be sorry.

Otherwise, there was no way they would fall to this level! Unfortunately, no matter how much he regretted it, it was already too late!

Matthew's face was grim, one hand holding his collar, the other hanging at his side dripping blood, "Now that you've given up on her once, leave her alone." He let go of his hand, the corner of his mouth a little mocking, "There is no medicine for regret in this world, rivers and mountains and beauty can't be combined, you chose the former, you should have known that there would be such a day." Oscar lowered his head, faintly touching his left ring finger, "Matthew, I'm not a god, I will also regret." "Does regret help? She doesn't remember you anymore."

He was depressed that she had regretted it, and even more depressed that she and Greg were entangled. It was all his fault. It was he who pushed her into the arms of that romantic lawyer. There was an indescribable regret that eroded his heart. Sitting in the office, Alpha clutched his aching heart, and his mind was filled with the words of his grandma when he left in the morning: "No one is perfect, and there is no pure gold. If you make mistakes, correct them. There is no such thing as good. If you regret the divorce, it’s still too late.”

She was already far from her league. It was already too late for regrets.

Regret was the worst. Regret was sour and bitter, and it tasted so close to the truth I had to fight sinking into it. I want to undo this. To make it right. But I have no idea how. I don't seem to know how to open up to people without getting the door slammed in my face. I wanted to tell him everything, maybe if I'd been able to, we could have lived differently, maybe I'd be there with you now instead of here. Maybe... if I'd said, 'I'm so afraid of losing something I love that I refuse to love anything,' maybe that would have made the impossible possible. Maybe, but I couldn't do it, I had buried too much too deeply inside me. And here I am, instead of there. And some part of me has never q