Novel & Cerita Poetry On Regret

Ellaya knelt on the cold, damp ground, her fingers trembling as they traced the jagged edges of the gravestone. The biting wind clawed at her skin, its chill settling deep into her bones. Her hair, disheveled by the relentless breeze, clung to her tear-streaked face. The night wrapped around her like a shroud, heavy and unforgiving, as the venomous words of the man she once loved echoed mercilessly in her mind. *“I regret meeting you. I regret marrying you—even if it was only on paper, even if it was for revenge.”*

The depth of his regret intensifies, reminding him of the irreversible damage he has caused. In his heart, he carries the weight of her tears, the weight of her fear. It is a burden that eats away at him, gnawing at his conscience, and leaving him hollow inside. The weight of his remorse becomes an inescapable prison, trapping him in a cycle of regret and self-condemnation.

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.

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…

Just fists and kicks, dull and brutal. I curled around the case, trying to protect it. Then someone kicked me in the gut. I hit the ground, gasping. The case slipped from my arms and hit the pavement. Crack. The antique glass-inlay bracelet spilled out—and shattered. Just like that. The men froze, eyes flicking to the broken pieces. "Go," the leader said. Cold. They disappeared into the night. I lay there, gasping. Arms, face—everything burned. My eyes locked on the shattered bracelet. My fingers wouldn't stop shaking.

Damien had never set foot out here. He said he wasn't interested in "all these flowers and weeds." Now, they had lost their meaning, too. I started working, one by one, uprooting the plants I had so carefully nurtured, the sharp snap of roots and the damp scent of earth filling the air. It was a funeral for a future that was now dead and buried. Each one represented a betrayed hope. When the last Stardust Bloom was in its box, I took out my phone and opened the calendar.

I thought back to five years ago when I foolishly rebelled against my parents, even cutting off ties with them. Now, here I was, battered and bruised, left with nothing but regret. Tears welled up in my eyes as I realized the weight of it all. Seeing me cry, Titus, who had been visibly angry moments ago, suddenly panicked. "Wait, you're really crying? When I got your text yesterday, I rushed back. Who hurt you? Tell me, I'll make them pay! "Mom and Dad are downstairs. It's been five years. They've really missed you."

"What makes you think I'd stay in one place waiting for you forever? "What if another guy who looks like Xavier shows up? Are you going to relive your regret and put on the same act again?" Upon hearing that, she lowered her head. After a long while, she asked, "So, you really don't love me anymore?" I paused, turning to look out the window. When one experienced disappointment again and again, they just couldn't love anymore. "No, I don't," I answered. The moment I said that, she finally deflated. "Fine. We'll finalize the divorce tomorrow."

"Why did everyone betray me..." I looked down at him from above. "Your parents never betrayed you. You were the one who betrayed their expectations."

Because in the end, when they’re gone, regret can become a heavy burden— one that’s hard to erase from our hearts and minds. So while we still have the chance, let us not waste the opportunity to show our love and appreciation to the people who matter to us. Because in the end, the most painful kind of regret is realizing that you didn’t do everything you could to keep them, to show them how much you loved them while you still had the chance. Until next time, – Ms. Yaen :) Up next: