Novel & Cerita Regret Came Too Late

“..until you actually left.” And this time there was regret in his eyes. A man sitting there, realizing too late what he had lost.

My work is abroad, but that doesn't stop you from going back. Seeing Kara's tears falling quicker and harder, Jamie felt as if his heart was being pricked with needles. His expression turned a little solemn. A bad feeling crept into his mind, but he still forced a smile. "Did you regret it? We're not married yet. If you want to back out, I–" Watching him so anxious and worried, Kara bit her lip and shook her head furiously. She didn't regret it. She just felt it happened too late. Why had it taken so long to meet her childhood friend again?

He would never beg for his life. I sighed. “Matt, please just go away. I don’t have time to deal with all this now. I don’t want to have lunch with you, and there’s nothing to talk about or make right between us. I’m beginning to get irritated by all this.” “Meadow, there’s a lot to talk about between us, and you know it. I know I messed up seven years ago. There hasn’t been a day when I haven’t thought about you. Please, I just need another chance to make it up to you. I just want us to start afresh,” he said, walking closer to me.

He dropped to his knees beside the bed on the marble floor, clutching his own hair so tightly as though he could somehow force the pain out of his head. Tears that had never once fallen throughout his entire life now slowly dripped onto the crumpled letter in his hand. Mike finally realized the horrifying truth. He was not conflicted because he hated her. He was conflicted because he had fallen deeply, hopelessly in love with his own wife. But that realization had come too late. The woman who held his entire heart had already gone far away, leaving him alone inside an endless labyrinth of regret.

“Just give me a chance to make it up to you.” I looked him in the eye and said, “Do you know what regret really is? It’s realizing you have permanently lost the chance to make things right. My father is gone. The best years of my life are gone. My health is gone. What could you possibly offer to make up for any of it?”

He recollected moments in time when he had wished he could just come out with the truth, days when his mask felt heavier and days when he had to keep his feelings at bay. Despite that, he couldn’t say he regretted doing all that he had done. If he was ever given a chance to go back in time to change something, he was sure he would change nothing but why did it still hurt so much? A lump welled up in his throat and he forced it down then slowly lifted his gaze to Alaric again, shoulders heavy with defeat. “Her parents didn’t die in an accident.” The words landed heavily between them, like a boulder dropped over a mountainous ridge.

Otherwise, there was no way they would fall to this level! Unfortunately, no matter how much he regretted it, it was already too late!

while my tears continued to fall. I gasped, "If only I knew...," I looked up, trying to fight back my tears. I took a deep breath again, "If only I knew that this would happen to you... I wish I never said those words to you," I said full of regret. Maybe they're right about what they said, that regret always comes last. Because look at me now, I'm filled with regret because of what they said, regretful for this opportunity. I'm so regretful to the point that I want to create a time machine so that I could turn back time and make things right.

She hated the idea of ​​leaving Sophia alone, addicted to work, again. With her heart pounding, she looks at the phone ringing and runs to answer it. - Baby, I missed your voice so much. "Hello, my angel. Only my voice?" - No. I miss you a lot too. "What are you doing?" - I've just finished packing almost the entire house. "Great. This is a sign that you have no regrets.” - I didn't regret it. And you? Did you regret it? “I only regret not having met you years ago. I lost half of my life without you. But one thing I know. Better later than never. I will never regret having you by my side.”

until it was past 3 AM. ‘Regret always comes too late. If only I had gone to bed at 10:00 PM, I could have woken up feeling refreshed. My beauty sleep would have made my skin glow.’ ‘Damn, I was so foolish.’ I couldn't help but repeat those same sentiments of regret. Always like this since my college years, nothing changing, old habits not dying hard, but never dying. “The handsome neighbor you mentioned is already outside," my grandma teased from downstairs. "Don't make him wait too long."