Novel & Cerita One Regret Is Enough

“Jensen… sorry…” Her eyes were red as she raised her hand and slapped herself. “I am sorry… I regretted it for the past three years… please forgive me. Please look at me one more time…” I rolled down the window halfway and looked at her with a cold expression. “Chelsea, do you think it is appropriate to say this in front of my wife? Do not come near me and disgust me again. I do not want to see you. Do not insult the word regret. You do not deserve it.”

Though Regis couldn’t clearly see Amora’s expression because of her long hair covering her face, he could feel her words' deep regret and sadness. Amora quickly wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes, then steeled herself and looked at Regis with firm determination. “I think it’s better if we don’t have any connection, Sir. I don’t owe you anything, and I’ve suffered enough in this matter. I don’t want you in my life, and I will consider you never existed in my life.” The string of sentences from Amora made Regis’s face darken. His fists clenched tightly. For some reason, Amora’s regret made him very unhappy and quite insulted, as he was being blamed for something he didn’t know.

And I remember: You don’t have to fight loudly to be winning. Sometimes you just have to keep showing up. ENDING SCENE RICO’S POV They thought they’d buried her under protocol and silence. But you can’t bury what people keep carrying. And right now, they’re still carrying her. Name and all.

I turned on my heel, my voice trembling as I finally spoke. “You both will regret this.” I didn’t even know how. I didn’t know what I could do to them, how I could make them feel even a fraction of the pain I felt. But I meant it. I meant every word. Theresa’s mocking laughter filled the room, stopping me in my tracks. “Regret? How?” she sneered. “What exactly are you capable of?” I bit my lip so hard I tasted blood. “You have nothing, Alexandria. Everything belongs to Asher now.”

OV No one knows how but everyone has things that they regret. Some regret not treasuring what they had, but they realize too late that what they had was precious. Some regret unsaid thoughts and words when they had the opportunity to say them. Others regret not being courageous enough to take risks. Hamdan was no exception. He had a lot of regrets. He regretted being selfish, he regretted not trusting his beloved wife, he regretted driving her away yet his biggest regret was not being there for his wife. The last call she made to him was like a wakeup call to his selfish self.

“They mean it. You don’t get in unless the Gate’s fed.” “Fed what, exactly?” one of the teenagers whispered, though we all knew. “Regrets,” the older woman said. “The deep ones.” Jax grimaced. “Of course. Emotional damage DLC.” I stared at the text. “One regret… per person?” I asked. “Or do we—do we share? Is this like group therapy where only one person has to cry for everyone to go home early?” As if in answer, fresh script bled into existence below the first line, letters forming in a slow, deliberate scrawl:

"Out of all this, your pain is what I regret most, and I will carry the knowledge of that hurt with me for the rest of my life, and acknowledge that I did that to you. Oh, don't get me wrong. I regret with every atom of my being what I did, regret folding to his demand, regret not finding another job, regret going to work for the company in the first place, even moving to this town. I regret so much. "But what I don't regret is every instant I spent with you. I don't regret a single moment of your sardonic wit, even when it was at my expense. You made me laugh so much and be so happy with our life together, even when we argued. I don't even regret a single tear I shed with you before today.

I drop my head, and as I do, I hear the very distinct click of a trigger that rises above the silence, and as I brace myself for impact, my final words leave my aching body, “No, I regret nothing.” And then there is a snap, sending a deafening echo to every crevice and corner.

I hear Rino shout and screams follow as the gun fires at the chandelier upwards. “Freya.” I hear Rino collecting me from the arms of Louis. “Freya baby, Oh God, stay still.” His voice is so soft but his face looms dark with anger and worry, his hands red and I realize, the whole of me feels very heavy, I can't move or speak so I struggle. “My baby.” I whisper, “my child needs-” darkness feels me before I can finish. it's true when they say that in those last final moments, all you will remember and feel is regret, great bone crushing regret.

"Aurora! I told Damian I wanted to apologize, and I can't believe he brought you here. I know I was wrong that day. Will you forgive me?" I looked at Damian, but he just kept flipping through the auction catalog in silence. So that was the real reason for this trip. So Clara could apologize. The whole “clearing my head” excuse had just been a cover. I felt empty inside, as if something inside me had been hollowed out, but I didn't even have any tears left to cry. Clara reached for my hand, her eyes full of regret. "I really didn't mean to hurt you. I was just so excited. After being away so long, it's nice seeing everyone again, and I can't help but feel happy about it."