Regret Came Too Late Novels & Stories

He crushed the cigarette out, the embers sparking and then dying under his thumb. I watched, unmoved. The Caleb I once loved had never cared about my preferences, my comfort, or my feelings. This remorse felt like too little, too late. His shoulders shook, his voice barely a whisper, "Grace, I know I was wrong. Please, I’m begging you, come back. I was a fool. I shouldn’t have been so blind. I should have believed her." He clutched the urn tighter, his head hanging low. "I’ve avenged you. I made them pay. Can you… can you forgive me now?"

“What do you regret the most?” His gray eyes darkened. “You.” The single word sent a shiver down my spine, but I refused to let it show. Instead, I tightened my grip, pressing my fingers just enough to remind him that he wasn’t in control. “Be specific.” “I regret ignoring you,” he admitted, his voice rough. “Regret letting the pack treat you like nothing.” His breathing deepened. “Regret not realizing you were mine before it was too late.” A sharp laugh left my lips, bitter and raw. “Too late?” I echoed. “You think I’d have thrown myself at you if you had known sooner?” I leaned in, my lips hovering just above his ear. “You would have rejected me on sight.”

"Aurora! I told Damian I wanted to apologize, and I can't believe he brought you here. I know I was wrong that day. Will you forgive me?" I looked at Damian, but he just kept flipping through the auction catalog in silence. So that was the real reason for this trip. So Clara could apologize. The whole “clearing my head” excuse had just been a cover. I felt empty inside, as if something inside me had been hollowed out, but I didn't even have any tears left to cry. Clara reached for my hand, her eyes full of regret. "I really didn't mean to hurt you. I was just so excited. After being away so long, it's nice seeing everyone again, and I can't help but feel happy about it."

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.

I just hope that he’ll not regret his decision in the end because I know how it feels to have regrets. Regrets is one of the painful feelings I ever felt. I have so many regrets in the past. I have so many things I want to look back in the past and if I would be given a chance to change it…I will. I regret that night. That night where I last saw Ronald. I regret that night. I regret that I ran away. I regret that I didn’t talk to him at least. I regret…that I didn’t even clear the things between us. I regret that…I didn’t have the proper goodbye.