Regret Came Too Late の小説・ストーリー

Regret was the worst. Regret was sour and bitter, and it tasted so close to the truth I had to fight sinking into it. I want to undo this. To make it right. But I have no idea how. I don't seem to know how to open up to people without getting the door slammed in my face. I wanted to tell him everything, maybe if I'd been able to, we could have lived differently, maybe I'd be there with you now instead of here. Maybe... if I'd said, 'I'm so afraid of losing something I love that I refuse to love anything,' maybe that would have made the impossible possible. Maybe, but I couldn't do it, I had buried too much too deeply inside me. And here I am, instead of there. And some part of me has never q

It's really annoying. "I don't know who, but please forgive me. Don't make us regret something." It seemed this man didn't recognize her anymore, but the two of them couldn't do anything wrong, and she didn't love him at all. Regret later? Why regret when the two of them love each other? Even about to get married. Then they don't have any regrets for doing this, right? If he regrets it, it's because he returned to find her too late. The kiss he fell was very gentle and passionate and that was also his answer to her.

"I think he finally did." I nodded slowly. "Too late doesn't mean nothing," I said. "It just means too late." He looked at me. "My mother used to say regret was just understanding arriving after the invoice," I said. "You still pay. You just don't get what you paid for." "She sounds like someone worth knowing." "She is." I paused. "I keep using the present tense and then remembering I haven't seen her yet." I looked at my hands. "I know she's there. I know she's waiting. I just—"

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.

I looked out the window, watching the skyline fade. New York. The city that had broken and healed me all in one breath. As the wheels left the ground, I felt that familiar sting in my chest... the bittersweet ache of knowing this chapter was closing. When I turned back to him, Liam was already watching me. “Do you regret any of it?” I asked suddenly. He blinked. “What?” “Us. This trip. Everything that happened here.” “Not a second,” he said firmly. “Even if tomorrow the whole world finds out, I still wouldn’t regret a thing.”

The music kept drifting in from the porch like nothing had happened at all. And I stood there, a man who had spent ten years training himself not to care what anyone else considered important, caught entirely on one thought. I was absolutely Annabelle had no regrets whatsoever and, inconveniently, neither did I.

"What do you think?" "Regret," he said simply, no more words, just plain honesty. Haley’s heart tightened. "Regret... marrying me in this arranged union?" "No," Rhett answered, his tone tinged with an unspeakable grief. His voice was full of regret as he ran a fingertip across her wet face. "I regret not being brave enough to tell you how I felt sooner four years ago. If I had shown up sooner, you wouldn't have gone through all of this suffering. You fell in love with the wrong man because of my hesitancy.”

He deeply knew that if there was something he could do, he would have agreed to do it, but he knew that it was already too late. "How I wish you didn't make such bad decisions, you would have still been alive, I do forgive you, but it's so bad because I get to say it too late when you aren't available to listen to me at the moment, and I regret this," Thomas said shedding tears profusely. He knew that he couldn't place his words, but he knew deep down that he was very sorry and regretted that at the end of the day, he didn't get to accept Rosemary's apologies.

I had been awake for two days, and I helped her back into her seat. "Well." Gerald laid his knife across his plate, and the small, civil sound seemed to settle the room. "I think we have all had a shock. Let us not say things we will regret, my dear boy. Margaret, you will want to hear this as well." "I want to hear nothing," my mother said stiffly. "I will not be lectured about my manners in my own house."

Ahtisa’s Pov “Look at this mess! Still can't clean a table properly?" Elena, my mother in law, voice echoed. “Then what are you good for?" I quickly bent down and started picking up the broken plates with my bare hands. My throat tightened. “I'm sorry, mother" The word came out of my mouth before I could stop it. All my life, I'd been sorry, whether I was in the right or wrong: I'm sorry for not responding to your text. I'm sorry for not heating your water. I'm sorry for living.