Make Him Regret Leaving You Mga Nobela at Kwento

"You were a coward, you left because you couldn't take it. You want me so badly, so fvcking much but left after everything we planned. And yet you talk to me about love, you don't love anyone but yourself." "I regretted it every day after you left if I could have made you stay. You...." He regretted it, I also do. I missed him badly, but I had to. Can't everyone see, that I did it for them? He stopped and move closer to me, he drag me closer by the back of my neck and kissed my brunette hair "You left me, you left me" He took another deep breath while I sobbed inside. "I didn't mean to hurt you, I...."

"I can't stop you from leaving. I always thought this would happen. It's Ryan who wasn't meant to keep you." I rested against her shoulders in silence. The old woman had been the only shield I had in this house. With her around, Kate and Walker had kept their distance. Because of her, the place had somehow felt less cruel. And now, letting go meant leaving behind the one person here who had treated me as family. My voice was quiet. "I don't regret the divorce. I regret that I won't be here to care for you." Ruth studied me. "If he comes back to his senses and asks you to return, would you?"

I couldn't resist the urge to roll my eyes He seriously was still mad, even after fifteen goddamn years? I know, I know, what I did was wrong, but we all make some rash decisions that most times put us in bad circumstances, whenever I look back, I regret the day I ran away, leaving him all alone, after promising to stay together till the end, but past is past, and the did cannot be undone, I had moved on, and expected the same from him, he was an Alpha was fucks sake

“And that’s exactly why I’m walking away. Because if I don’t, I’ll say something I regret, and I’m already hanging by a fucking thread.” “Then say it,” I barked. “Fucking say it!” “You ruined it , Seth.” His voice cracked. “You ruined us. And I was this close —” he held up two trembling fingers “—to making it real.” I stood there, bleeding inside, and he just— “Don’t make me hate you,” he whispered. And then he left. Just like that. Like I hadn’t spent the last few months trying to forget the taste of his skin. Like I hadn’t fallen asleep last night imagining what his arms would feel like around me if I ever got lucky enough to deserve them again.

"If you think I threw you away for her." "You did throw me away." The words explode out. "Maybe not for her specifically. But you threw me away for your company. Your pride. Your fear. The reason doesn't change the result." "You're right." He moves closer. Not close enough to touch. But close enough that I can see the exhaustion in his face. The sleepless nights matching mine. "I did. And I'll regret it every day for the rest of my life." "Regret doesn't fix anything."

He says and I nod, starting to walk towards to door where he is before turning to him abruptly. "I will leave, but let me just say this one last thing." I start. “Look, I know you are mad at me because I rejected you and trust me when I say that I regret it. I should have actually told you how I felt about you and I know that's why I'm suffering for it.” I say. "Are you going somewhere?" He asks in confusion and I nod. “Yes, I’m leaving your house tomorrow morning." I say. "Why? Just because I asked you to do nothing doesn't mean I do not want you to stay. Your stay in my house has nothing to do with what is going on.” He says, frowning.

He said and his grip on my hands loosened a bit. “I agree that it took me a long time to stop being an asshole, a godless crook. It took me a long time to realize that you’re the best thing that has ever happened to me. But now that I’ve finally realized it…” He let go of my hands and slowly went down on his knees. I watched him in confusion, wondering what he was doing and then I noticed his eyes were misty. He was about to cry. “… I want you to know that I regret ever rejecting you.” He said. “I regret ever neglecting your love. I regret ever yelling at you and tormenting you.” He was already shedding tears now and seeing him this way touched me in a deep way.

“No, please—” “You will see what beauty and treasure you had in your hands, and you’ll understand how you almost destroyed it, and threw it away. You’ll see that I valued what you did not, and that I have offered her what should have come from you all along. Regret will haunt you. Despair will be your bedmate. And you will never, ever, be free of it, you fucking asshole.” I snorted the air from my nose in contempt as he slumped to the ground again, weeping, then turned on my heel, and left.

Am I stupid to regret? He let go my shoulders and turned his back on me. My eyes suddenly filled with worry. Would he leave me already? He would never come back? “Why are you kept telling me those things? You want to leave me so much huh? Did you hate me that much? You’re the one who’s regretting right? You regret that you helped me out?” I asked emotionally. I looked at his broad shoulders and back. “Yes. I regret that I helped you out.” He said coldly. My tears poured out on my eyes. His words are like a knife that keeps stabbing my heart. What did I do wrong? Why is he suddenly like this?

I said and he shakes his head smiling. “You really won’t accept it huh.” He said and I laugh. “I bet she is regret leaving you,” I said and he rolled his eyes. “Well, I know that but…but regret is not something that I need from her back then, there is no amount of sorry that she could say that I think will make me feel better and make me take her back, I might not be the perfect boyfriend but…but I don’t think I deserve what she did.” He said and I felt like my heart ache and my throat dried up as he uttered the words.