Novel & Cerita Poetry On Regret

"And I know you need to leave." Or what? You'll banish me with your herbs and your pretty songs? The thing laughed—a sound like breaking glass. I am older than these trees. Older than the first word spoken in this world. I am Regret itself, and I cannot be banished by a girl who hasn't yet learned to regret anything. "Then teach me." The thing went still. What?

He was so close that I could feel his breath all over me. "I hope you'll regard me with love this time around." He faded away after those lines and, for a moment, I felt a part of me was gone again. Shifting my gaze back to the exit door, I realized it was gloomy outside and I suddenly desired to drown in it. Who would have thought something as colorless as water could make the sky dark? It had started to drizzle. I tried to rub the condensed water droplet on the glassy wall of the restaurant to get a clear view of the busy

"Noelle, I was wrong. Forgive me, will you? It's all Tara's fault. You and I wouldn't have ended up like this if it weren't for her. "We used to be so in love. Are you really going to give it all up?" I stared at him coldly, feeling nothing but disgust. How could he think I still had feelings left for him, after all that had happened? He grew worried after my prolonged silence. "What can I do to earn your forgiveness?" I suddenly slapped him. "Did that wake you up?" Just as I was about to speak, someone draped a coat over my shoulders. I beamed at the man, saying, "I told you I'd get home on my own."

to her. I held Laura in one hand and a bag of medicine in the other, but James just ignored me completely. He treated us like we were thin air. My heart ached so much that I began to find it difficult to breathe. At that moment, I began to regret marrying James. I even began to regret the decision to give birth to Laura. I gave birth to Laura, but couldn't bring her any happiness. This was my failure as a mother. However, I couldn't really go back in time now.

At least, Freya hadn't turned her back on him and that was the most important thing. However, he couldn't shake off the fact that he had already lost so much and was bound to lose more if he pushed further. His heart ached, and he felt a wave of despair wash over him as he thought of that. He poured another drink, the whiskey glugging into the glass. The sound echoed through the silence, a rhythm which matched his wandering thoughts. He leaned on the couch, his glassy eyes fixed on the whiskey bottle and empty glasses which littered the coffee table. He was lost in a sea of self-doubt and regret, the once-confident CEO now a shadow of his former self.

“Say anything.” “I… feel this immense pain in my heart every time I think of her.” He tried to find the words. “Like I was wrong about her, that she didn’t deserve all the pain I put her through.” “What you are feeling son, is regret.” “Regret?” He echoed. “Hmm, I have never regretted anything I have done in my life.” “There is a first time for everything. After all we are nothing but mere wolves in this life. You are not as all knowing as the moon goddess, so you are bound to make mistakes.”

Chapter Six Too Late Abe Regret was a funny thing. People always talked about it like it arrived all at once. Like a lightning strike. Like some dramatic realization that changed everything overnight. In reality? Regret came in pieces. Tiny little reminders scattered throughout your day. A song. A scent. A restaurant. A laugh that sounded almost like hers. And every single one felt like a knife. I stared out the floor-to-ceiling windows of my office. The city stretched endlessly below.

Rachel looked back up at him. “I’m sorry you went through that.” Bryce held her gaze for a long moment. “Thank you.” The ballroom orchestra slowly began resetting their instruments in the distance, creating a low background murmur. Bryce spoke again, his voice quieter now. “You know… when everything started falling apart tonight, I realized something.” Rachel tilted her head slightly. “What?” Bryce’s eyes softened in a way she hadn’t seen in a very long time. “I regret letting you go.”

His hand moved from the steering wheel to his stomach for a moment, pressing it hard. A burning sensation spread from his stomach to his chest. His throat felt bitter. His breathing became uneven. But he kept driving. “It’s nothing…” he murmured softly. “This… is nothing…” He let out a small laugh. A bitter laugh. “This pain… is nothing compared to what she felt…” His hand gripped the steering wheel again. “Ten years…” he continued softly. “You waited… and I wasted it…” His chest felt like it was being crushed. Not by illness. But by regret.

I rubbed my still flat belly. I continued on my way, pulling my coat tighter around me. The snow was falling heavier now. And I only had myself and this coat. My bag and all its contents were left behind in that room. And I didn't wanna go back there again. Now there was only me and the deserted streets. No vehicles passed by. Snow ploughs had cleared the roads. There was only me, the only pedestrian, walking as if it were summer. The effect of being disappointed and divorced with my husband, wandering these quiet and cold streets, I considered normal.