Regret Something Crossword Clue Novels & Stories

Not our divorce. His regret.

Something I never thought I'd see in them. Regret. Sadness.

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.

Graham's face darkened as he watched. Meanwhile, Cassidy let out a soft whimper and looked at him with wide, pleading eyes, hoping for him to intervene. But instead of stepping in, Graham grabbed my hand with a look of pure joy, as though he'd just found a lost treasure. "Whitney, you're finally back! I've searched everywhere for you these past few days. I almost thought you really didn't want me or our son anymore… "I've realized I was wrong about you. Cassidy knows she was wrong too. Please, don't hold this against her, okay? Let's start over. We can be happy again."

Unwound his scarf and wrapped it around my neck, loop by loop. We had fun. Like, real fun. When he left, he kept making me promise to remember his name. But I was little—I forgot. Later, when my real parents showed up, they told me I had to marry Eric. I thought Eric was the boy from the snow. In my last life, I chased him like he was it—right up until I died. "What're you thinking about?" Shelby pulled me in, kissed my cheek. "Our first meeting." I leaned into him, chasing his warmth.

"Forget it. It must have been through your father to know this number. There must be something else, or he wouldn't have told you this number." Cassandra looked at him with a hint of melancholy. "Uncle Guan, is there anything in your life that's hard to forget?" Jack narrowed his eyes and recalled the first half of his life. After a long time, he said, "There are no unforgettable things, but there are regrets." "What kind of regret?" asked Cassandra. The voice was long. "A woman." "The woman you like?" she asked. Jack stopped talking and said, "Lady gossiper, you're not allowed to talk about it."

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.

It wasn't deep, nor was it anything unforgettable. We gave it our all and sacrificed everything we had, yet we both ended up in such a state. We should cherish what we have. If I were to go through that again, the only thing I had left to offer was my life. "Pete, we both gave it a try. Although we failed, we have nothing to regret. We should let the past stay in the past." "No! I do have my regrets!" "But how much are regrets worth? Regret is one of the most common emotions humans feel. Could regret outweigh the billion-dollar contract that you've signed?

she whispered to herself. After a few blocks, the anger gave way to exhaustion. Her feet ached. The road stretched endlessly ahead. She sighed and muttered, “I’ll just get Cora to drive me back to the car.” That made sense. It made the walk feel like something temporary. But as the minutes passed, regret crept in. The air was colder now. Her hair whipped across her face. The pavement gleamed under the streetlights, still wet from the evening drizzle. Her arms wrapped around herself as she tried to fight the chill.

"Beverly, my decision kills me every night, and yes, you are, once again, correct. I could have handled things better. I could have not hurt Clara like that, but I was blinded by something so flashy that I buried my true feelings, and now, it was back to bite me in the ass!" I was breathless, pained, sweaty, annoyed. There were so many emotions, so much hate that was directed toward myself more than anyone else. Beverly's smile disappeared. "Oh, you do have a heart!" "Surprise," the word fell out empty, void of any enthusiasm. "So if you're going to ask me if I regret it? I do! I fucking regret letting Clara go. I regret it every day, and yes, I'm so sure I want a divorce. I can't keep foldi