Novel & Cerita One Regret Is Enough

“ I thought that I would let you be and keep to myself but I realise now that it was a mistake. I should have confronted you about the welcome party you threw for her when you said you were going to attend a gala. I was an idiot for believing whatever you say. In a sense, this is my fault. I didn't even mention that I wasn't feeling well and I missed my parents. In case you forgot, my parents died. They have been gone for a long time and this is where they are buried. That is why I came here to visit them. I'm not some crazy stalker like you think but yeah, you can think whatever. I don't care anymore. You can continue taking care of Anna. She matters more to you than I do.” I lost my compos

i watched the man i love or loved crumble before my eyes but i wasn't done "She taught me patience and you love, you're right i can handle it so i'll cry in my room for this pain to go away, i'd shed tears for this eternal guilt since it has been added to my list of sins. "I thought i was never enough, i thought i could never be enough for anyone but she showed me i had to be enough for myself, i might have zapped out the remaining life force she had left but i'm happy that life force will keep my dead one going. For that i have no regrets" "I'm sorry" Raymond whispered over and over sobbing on his knees but i knew i had outstayed my welcome, it was time for me to walk away.

Still no sound. He smiled bitterly. “You’re hopeless.” But he didn’t move. He poured one last drink, this one slower, more deliberate. The clear liquid shimmered in the low light as he swirled it with a finger, listening to the faint hum of the city outside. By the time the clock struck five, Reggie was on his third gin and tonic, the room dim except for the soft glow from the TV. He stretched out on the couch, long legs sprawled, one arm resting across his stomach, the other holding the glass lazily. He wasn’t drunk, just warm and a little dazed. It made him think too much. He wondered what she’d say when she got back. If she’d smile, apologize for leaving, or pretend nothing had happened b

Gone. A new kind of terror, sharp and personal, lances through the primordial soup of my pain. No. Not him. Not like this. We were supposed to be anchors. Steady. Together. This thing, this First Regret, it doesn’t want to be soothed. It wants to be shared. It wants company in its infinite, billion-year loneliness. It will take our minds and hollow us out, leave us as permanent, screaming monuments to everything that ever went wrong. A garden of statues, forever weeping.

“Then give her time. And when she’s ready, you fight for her. Properly.” Roy swallowed hard. “I will,” he said with quiet determination. “Even if it takes years. Even if she never forgives me. I’ll spend my whole life trying to make this right.” When the call ended, Roy remained by the window, staring at nothing. For the first time in his life, he understood what real regret felt like. Not the kind that fades with apologies. Not the kind that time heals easily. This was the kind that sits in your chest, heavy and permanent.

"I just think… he might truly regret it." "He deserves it," Damian's voice was devoid of emotion. "When he publicly rejected you two years ago, did he consider your feelings?" "Now that he regrets it, why should you forgive him?" "Elena," Damian cupped my face. His kisses landed on my brow, my nose, my lips. "You are my Luna, my only one." "You don't need to worry about anyone else's feelings. As long as I'm by your side, you can do whatever you want." "Understand?"

“We may be divorced, but I haven’t forgotten the past.” From the beginning of the party until now, the shock she had given him had made him extremely agitated. If things continued this way, he might fall ill.. Kira's mood took a nosedive. She felt ashamed. “Oh, so what’s your deal now? The thing you could have had but didn’t appreciate, and now that you’ve lost it, you’re regretting it?” “Amelia?” “Mr. Thiago, you’ve missed the boat. The things I once wanted to give you, you didn’t want it. And if you want them in the future, tough luck!”

He trailed off, and I simply stared at him and waited to hear what more he could say. Eventually, he did finish, "I made a mistake. I'll do all I can to make things right." Seeing the pain and remorse in his eyes, I said coolly, "So you're showing guilt now? Abusing me for Eva's sake without a second thought? But you see, guilt doesn't apply to everything. We're never getting back together again." And I'm not a person who forgets the pain after my scars fade.

My voice cracked. "God, I miss you so much." I shut my eyes. "I thought losing you would get easier." It didn't. Every day somehow hurt more than the last. The room remained silent. No answer. No forgiveness. No miracle. Just regret and loneliness…

Elliot ignored the broken glass on the ground, raised his hand, and pressed it tightly against his chest hair, pressed hard and pressed again, only then could he suppress that empty pain. The two voices in his head began to fight again. One voice said: Don't miss it. The other voice said: You did the right thing. The first voice shouted: You will regret it, you will regret it, Elliot. “No. I absolutely will not regret it.” Elliot raised his fist and punched the ground hard, many pieces of glass were embedded in his body, but he did not feel any pain, only felt his heart was torn into pieces. At this moment, he did not expect that, compared to the current pain, the lingering regret later, was