Of Love And Regret Mga Nobela at Kwento

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

Would he think fate had finally righted itself, that Sofia was safe and he could now protect the one he held so dear? Or would there be a flicker of remorse? For pinning me against the wall, for the vicious words he threw at me, for that ounce of warmth he always refused me? I didn't know which would hurt more. I only knew that no matter the answer, my chest ached with a suffocating pain. But I bit my lip, forcing the emotion down. I told myself none of it mattered anymore. Whether it was his wish come true or his deepest regret, in this life, I would not be the one to pay the price.

I noticed his jaw tightened, and his his fists clenched at his sides. “But let me make something really clear,” I continued. “If there’s anything I’ve been to you, to this marriage, it’s being loyal. I poured my everything into us, into making sure this marriage worked, into making sure we got our happily ever after like we wanted. But it’s so unfortunate that it’s been cut short. Do I regret falling in love with you? No, I don’t. Do I regret marrying you? No, I don’t. Do I regret thinking about spending forever with you? Of course not. But I regret shrinking myself and deluding myself into thinking that I needed to give you more time, into thinking that maybe you’d come around eventually. I

And yet my own mantra rang hollow in the empty room. That was where regret began—its voice gentle, insistent, whispering just an inch too close. And tonight, he kisses me. Flash of want in my veins. Then a match snapping shut. I trace the memory of his hand on my throat, his voice in my hair, the collision of breath against mine. It wasn’t love. It was gravity. Longing and regret wrestle. Neither relenting. If he can walk back into our lives like this, do I even want him to?

Of course she did. But regret did not rebuild trust. Regret did not erase images. Regret did not promise she wouldn’t choose someone else tomorrow. --- And yet— if she called right now and said, Come back— he would go. He knew it. That was the tragedy. --- Love had made them both late. She was late to choose him. He was late to realize she was everything. --- And time— time was beginning to move without mercy.

"I didn't... but, at the same time, I wanted the best for you. I know I acted like a coward—I didn't want to see the day when you'd regret being with me, I just couldn't bear it." This man... "I told you that I never regret, Jacob! I've never had any regrets in my life, but you fucked it up and decided to be the first one! It broke my heart every second to see your face and those eyes devoid of the love I'd known. I questioned my worth, Jacob. I questioned everything we had, yet I couldn't stop loving you. I tried to understand why you'd do this to me—but I didn’t get any answers. I felt helpless and pathetic, crying for the man who couldn’t care less about giving a damn about my emotions. I

“I don’t even know how it all slipped so fast. I wasn’t in control…I thought I was protecting you, thought rejection was the only way to keep you safe. But I was wrong. God, I was so wrong. And now… if this is the end, then let it be said. Larissa—you’re the only wish I ever had. “I don’t regret being Alpha. But I regret every second I lived without you by my side . “I always loved you. I always do. You're the only thing I’ve ever wanted.” My eyes burned. My throat closed. The tears I had buried, the ones I swore I would never let fall for him again, spilled hot and silent down my cheeks. shaking, broken. Because in his voice, I heard the truth. Regret. Love. My eyes squeeze shut For a momen

“Give me another love bite.” He looked at me with his eyes turning darker and he whispered, “Don’t regret it for the next four days.”

He said it was the first gift he'd ever bought without asking his family for money, earned through three days of part-time work. He said the snow inside the globe would never melt, and neither would his love for me. Seven years had passed. The snow inside the globe was still the same as ever. But his love—I didn't want it anymore. After leaving Hugo's home, I checked into a hotel. Less than a day later, Hugo called. "Mia, where the hell did you run off to? Hurry back and clean up your junk!" I replied calmly, "I don't want it anymore. Just throw it away."

His tears burned where they fell against my skin. For one fragile heartbeat, I believed he truly loved me. Then—through the haze—I heard him say the words that shattered me more than the poison ever could. “You can’t leave me like this. Not after everything I’ve given up for you. Please… don’t make me regret it.” Regret. The word pierced deeper than claws, deeper than fangs. Regret—because he had chosen me, not her. Regret—because even in my final moments, I was not enough.