Regret Came Too Late 소설 & 이야기

Her face turned gray. "Mom, get over here in three minutes," she whispered. Her own words from just a few hours ago. "Three minutes." Her eyes filled up and spilled over. "It's my fault." Her voice was barely a breath. "It's all my fault. She only drove that fast because I yelled at her. I told her to hurry." She hit her own chest with her fist, again and again. "Mom! I'm so sorry! I'm so sorry!" Danny stopped fighting the fireman. He stood there with his arms hanging at his sides, staring at the black car.

“ I thought that I would let you be and keep to myself, but I realize now that it was a mistake. I should have confronted you about the welcome party you threw for her when you said you were going to attend a gala. I was an idiot for believing whatever you say. In a sense, this is my fault. I didn't even mention that I wasn't feeling well and I missed my parents. In case you forgot, my parents died. They have been gone for a long time and this is where they are buried. That is why I came here to visit them. I'm not some crazy stalker like you think, but yeah, you can think whatever. I don't care anymore. You can continue taking care of Anna. She matters more to you than I do.” I lost my comp

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.

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.”

Why is regret always late? He’d warned me more than once, and I ignored him every damn time. I kept charging forward, knowing full well where it could lead. And now it was too late to back away. I forced a smile, shoving the thought down, refusing to let it ruin what little time we had left. This wasn’t the moment to spiral over something that hadn’t even happened yet. I hopped onto the pool’s edge, bringing myself eye level with him. Then I wrapped my legs around his waist and pulled him flush against me.

Regret surged within her like a rising tide, making her chest ache. Tears slid silently down her beautiful face. “Henry, goodbye.” Her voice was so soft it was almost inaudible. “If there is a next life... I will make you and Rose pay.” And this time, Margaret would never be foolish enough to love Henry again.

He was a blubbering mess as he pleaded desperately, "Willow, I'm so sorry. Please help me make one more wish and make all my wealth come back, okay? Just one last wish. Once you make it, we'll get married right away, okay?" I shook off his hand, suddenly finding the situation laughable. Five years ago, the man who knelt before Augustus' door still carried a trace of dignity. But now, the man in front of me, who had snot and tears streaming down his face, was nothing more than a hollow shell eaten away by greed. I let out a cold laugh. "Connor, don't you know that my wishes are limited? You probably don't know this either—my 100th wish was to return everything to its original state. Your weal

I treated Judy like shit when we were married to each other under the lies which I believed from Claire. Every memory of it came back sharper when I was alone, like my instincts refused to let me forget. Later in the years, I married Claire to divorce Judy. Then later even after that, I found out the truth. How wouldn’t I try everything I can to rectify the wrongs I have done? Regret was not even a strong enough word anymore. It felt deeper, like something that stayed in the bones. For this movie premiere and knowing fully well that Judy would be in attendance, I made sure to be there before the event began.

“They're taking everything down.” Aiden gave a small shrug. “That's what happens when a wedding stops being a wedding.” Damon's mouth twitched faintly, but there was no real amusement in it. Aiden studied him. “Do you regret ending it?” Damon's eyes moved toward him. “No.” The answer came immediately. Aiden nodded. “Then that's one thing you don't have to question.” Damon lowered his gaze to the coffee in his hands. “I don't regret ending it. I regret that I ever allowed myself to believe I was making the right decision for the wrong reasons.”

The pain, resentment, and suffering that had consumed her soul for years had completely faded away, replaced by absolute emptiness. Ravelle slowly smoothed the folds of her dress before looking down at Kyle with eyes as cold as ice atop a mountain peak. "I'm sorry, Kyle," Ravelle said calmly—so calm that it felt utterly devastating to the hope he still clung to. "Your regret came far too late." Without waiting for a reply or Kyle's next hysterical cry, Ravelle slowly turned away. She did not look back even once. Erlan promptly draped the warm coat over Ravelle's shoulders, gently took her hand, and walked beside her as they headed back into the Branson residence.