Komik Instant Regret Novels & Stories

They fluttered to the floor like confetti at a funeral, and for five minutes I felt something close to victory. Then regret settled in, slow and heavy as a second skin. I was on my knees with a roll of tape, picking scraps out of the carpet, fitting them together like a puzzle I’d already solved. The lines didn’t match. The edges gaped. I sat back on my heels and stared at the mess in my hands. The rage that had felt so good was gone now, leaving nothing but exhaustion and the cold, familiar weight of regret. I had nothing. I was nothing. And I’d just destroyed the one thing that could have saved us out of spite.

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before hanging up. I gave a bitter smile. It was clear he had completely forgotten his promise to Yael. Yael noticed the sadness on my face and, instead of showing his disappointment, came over to comfort me. “It’s okay, Mommy. I didn’t really want to go to the amusement park that much anyway.” His words, which were so mature for his age, broke my heart even more. The next day, Silas finally called. When I answered, I already knew what to expect.

She closed the door behind her, leaving Michael alone in the hallway, his hand still resting on the doorframe as he stared at the spot where she had stood. Michael leaned his head against the cool wood of the door, the regret settling in his chest like a stone. He had wanted to make things right, to bridge the gap between him and Wanda, but now it felt wider than ever. The past he thought he had moved on from was still there, lurking in every corner, pulling him back just when he thought he was free. And as he stood there, the echoes of Martha’s words and Wanda’s pained expression played over in his mind, a reminder that some mistakes were harder to outrun than others.

a) Trusting the mysterious man. b) Not being able to get revenge. c) Being unable to communicate properly. d) Not being able to see the world beyond the forest. === Zen sucked in air through his teeth. There was no correct answer to this question. Regrets can manifest in so many forms. Mandy could have regretted all the options stated here and perhaps none of it. The only person who would understand Mandy’s regrets would be Mandy herself. “This quest is too unfair!” the gamer complained. “How should I know what a sheltered maiden feels?”

“And I want to make it worse in the best way possible.” That earned me a raised eyebrow from Leather Jacket. “Careful,” he said, his voice low, deep. “That’s the kind of shit people say before they end up regretting something.” I turned to him, resting my elbow on the bar, letting my neckline do most of the talking. “And what if regret is exactly what I’m looking for tonight?” That got me the faintest smirk. God, it was lethal. We talked, traded little jabs like we were fencing with words.

My tongue tasted like metal and something bitter, and I was 100% sure that I had just given myself a damn concussion. This was such a stupid, crazy, insane move. I knew it. I could feel the regret slowly trying to creep into my head, but I shook my head again, forcing the regret away. It didn’t matter anymore. If regret helped me leave this place, I would regret everything every day, but it wouldn’t. Nothing else had worked, so I needed to do something extreme.

I could feel the resentment in Wregan's voice — he's still into her. "Maybe it's because you gave her the universe and not space," I joked and he laughed a little but I immediately noticed that he was offended by what I said. I cleared my throat. "I'm sorry, I was just kidding," I quickly retracted what was said. Wregan stopped speaking and was stunned by the artificial wave hitting the artificial shore in front of us.

"But I can't say I regret it." A sigh of relief escaped me, quickly followed by a fresh wave of panic. Unexpected but no regrets. What did that even mean? The words were a tiny balm, but a much larger, more pressing question was screaming in my head. I knew it was too soon, far too soon. My inner voice was already berating me, calling me foolish and impulsive. But the words were out before I could stop them. "What are we?"

"Abigail, I was tricked by Alicia back then. That's why I thought you were wicked. I still don't understand why I could think that way. I raised you myself. How could I not know what kind of person you are?" Michael's eyes were also rimmed red. He looked at me with overflowing regret. "Abigail, I know you don't want to see us anymore, but I still need to apologize. We never meant for all those things to happen." I took in the regret in their eyes. It didn't seem fake. For a moment, I didn't know what to say. What I could surmise was what had happened to them. Back then, under the control of the storyline, they had lost their sense of reason and sided with Alicia.