Regret Deeply Crossword Clue Novels & Stories

, he whispered gently, letting out a soft chuckle afterwards. “Oh, I remember a little. All I remember was the taste of the cake and our happy chatter. I really wish I could see what you looked like. Who knows, maybe we would have been married by now. I wouldn't have ended up with Desmond”, she said softly, her tone laced with regret. “I wish I wasn't so timid. I would have fought for us. I wouldn't have been scared off by Desmond”, Diego said with a heavy sigh, a testament to the feeling of regret welling up within him.

Tori’s voice was barely a whisper. “It was a mistake.” I exhaled heavily. “But you’re unhappy with your marriage.” “I’ve lived with that for the past three years, surely I can do that for a few more.” “Really? You’re going to do this?” “I ask again. How much to make you leave and keep quiet?” “I don’t want your goddamned money. You’re going to regret this.” She picked up her bag and walked out the door, slamming it behind her. I had to hold myself back from screaming my lungs out. Lately, I found myself doing things and regretting them immediately.

The one who wanted to own me, and who couldn't stand seeing me happy without him. The man I'd spoken to today wasn't that man. He was something else, and one I wasn't ready to name. The elevator doors opened. I stepped out into the lobby. "Regret," I whispered, the right word suddenly coming to me. Regret was far more dangerous than hatred. Hatred was easy to walk away from. I'd walked away from hatred a thousand times. But regret had a way of making you look back. I looked toward the elevators, toward the man I'd spent two years trying to forget, and I wondered if maybe, just maybe, forgetting him wasn't possible.

“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 crossed his arms and leaned toward me. "Let’s say you had a car accident and lost your life today. What’s the one thing you would regret?" His words struck my chest so hard that I felt a pang of pain. I couldn’t breathe for a moment. My eyes flashed with confusion. I had never really thought that hard about things. I always thought there was time. But if I really did die today, what was the one thing I would regret? "Why would I have any regrets? As of now, I'm living my best life. What could possibly make me feel that way?"

Watching my every move. Regret. That word gnaws at me. It makes my stomach churn. What does that even mean? What have I done to deserve this? I don’t even know who this person is, and they’re already telling me what I’ll regret. I grab my blanket from the bed, clutching it tightly around my body. I don’t know what’s happening, but I can’t handle this anymore. I want to turn the phone off, throw it across the room, but something stops me.

"However, the man who failed you is still alive at least. Miss Vera, you still have a chance to right this regret." His tone sounded weaker than it had ever been before and his alluring eyes seemed to have lost their light, looking so depressed and lonely. His words had also seemed to reveal what his irreparable regret was. Madeline casually picked up the glass and drank the liquid in it, then chuckled lightly. ‘Jeremy Whitman, I'm afraid your regret is only because you feel ashamed for having done something bad, no? ‘You’ve never cared about me. More misconceptions will only hurt me more and make me regret more.

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

A groan cut through her thoughts. Thomas. He was still on his knees, still clutching himself, his face pale and twisted with pain as he forced the words out through gritted teeth. “…You’re going to regret this…” Clara looked at him and for a moment, she actually seemed surprised. Then she laughed in disbelief. As though she had just heard something utterly ridiculous. “If there’s one thing I regret the most in my life,” she said slowly, her voice cooling with every word until it was nothing but ice, “it’s ever having and taking back trash like you.”

Why haven't you returned yet? Jules: [Why are so many things missing from the house? The wedding photos are gone too.] Jules: [Your clothes and bags are all gone. Did you move out?] Jules: [Are you really going to divorce me?] Jules: [There really isn't anything going on with Maddie. I had no choice but to go because she was in danger yesterday. How can you not understand?] Jules: [Say something. Why aren't you replying?] ...