One Regret Is Enough Novels & Stories

I'm sorry I wasn't enough. - Aria The note crumpled in his fist as a sound tore from his throat...rage and grief and devastation all mixed together. I'm sorry I wasn't enough. She thought she wasn't enough. After everything. After he'd given her his heart, his body, his complete devotion. She still thought she wasn't enough. And maybe that was the real tragedy. Not that she'd betrayed him. But that she'd never believed she deserved anything better than betrayal in the first place.

Tori’s voice was barely a whisper. “It was a mistake.” I exhaled heavily. “But you’re unhappy with your marriage.” “I’ve lived with that for the past three years, surely I can do that for a few more.” “Really? You’re going to do this?” “I ask again. How much to make you leave and keep quiet?” “I don’t want your goddamned money. You’re going to regret this.” She picked up her bag and walked out the door, slamming it behind her. I had to hold myself back from screaming my lungs out. Lately, I found myself doing things and regretting them immediately.

But regret wasn’t enough. Not this time.

The words landed so heavy, no other argument was spoken for a while. Regret hung thick in the air, sour and useless. They wore it openly - anger turned inward, gnawing at them. I couldn’t bring myself to the place of emotion again. I hadn’t even tried since we arrived. Reagan finally spoke. “We’re not making that mistake again.” His voice wasn’t loud. It didn’t need to be, to be weighty. There was no heat in it either, just finality, certainty. Cold, clean resolve settled over the group like frost, everyone staring down at nothing.

It was the opposite of everything I'd had as Luna. It was perfect. I sat on the edge of the bed, my single suitcase at my feet, and I finally let myself fall apart. The tears came without warning, wracking sobs that shook my entire body. I cried for five years of wasted love. I cried for the girl I'd been at twenty, so desperate for someone to love her that she'd ignored every red flag. I cried for Theo, for the confusion he'd face, for the mother who'd left him behind even though leaving was the only way to save them both.

But I'm still here, letting the cold air hug me. I want to cry my tears here, before they catch me, before I express my disappointment to my husband. Because I want them to see me without seeing my tears. Even though it hurts so much that it's hard to breathe, I won't let them enjoy themselves at the expense of my sadness. It took me a while to calm down. And when I was calm, it turned out that the two of them were still not finished. I had no choice but to approach them now. I didn't want to watch any longer. I was also very curious about Elio's reaction when I told him that I was pregnant while he was making love to another woman in our bed.

Glancing at the 27 missed calls I had made on my phone screen, I suddenly realized that whether or not he came did not seem so important anymore. The glimmer of hope that the month-long silent treatment was about to end had long been worn away by these 27 phone calls. Even if Jules came right now, I had already given up on making up. I took a few deep breaths, composed myself, and opened my bag, ready to go in alone.

I'd compensate you handsomely," he said, like it was a transaction. Every fiber in me wanted to retort everything he said back at him. Word for word. How it felt in my blood. But I could only gulp as fluid came out of my nose. " You think this is a joke? You think I stayed with you for three years because of some silly crush I had on you then? You think I'm that low ? "I sniffed. He operated his phone like I was a ghost. Just like every other day, my words and actions were never taken as anything. " You'd regret this, Ronan," I said calmly. He chuckled, his fingers relaxing his tense brow." I regretted three years of having something with you. "

When our eyes met, I could see him peering at me, because he hurt her feelings. Hastily, she climbed down her chair and ran outside the house. I felt bad, exhaling softly. The message I desperately waited for pop on my screen. He had come to make me tense like always. "Mission accomplished" it read, and I felt pain coursing through my chest. I folded my lips, nervous and anxious. I was a monster, but then I just had to keep my emotions in check, to start destroying him as soon as I could. A video was sent to me and it was a building burning.

Stephan felt amazed and stopped caressing her hair and asked, "did you have a good sleep?" Josalina didn't reply. "Are you hungry?" Josalina didn't reply tp that either. The silence was killing Stephan and he wasn't expecting this to happen on the very next morning. He exhaled and from his broken soul he asked, "Do you regret last night?"