Regretful Letter Novels & Stories

Alessia, her heart heavy with regret, was sobbing uncontrollably. The letter, its paper yellowing with age, bore words that cut her soul. ‘My dearest Alessia, by the time you read this, I may have already departed this world. I have many regrets in life, the biggest one is not being able to hold you one last time. I don’t know why you left Veridian, but I know you well enough to sense that you must have encountered trouble, too big for you to handle alone.

"You have no idea how happy I am to see you again after three years of missing you. So, I'm asking you again. Do you regret what you wrote in your letter to me?" "You won't stop until I answer you, right?" She tried to laugh. But she was nervous. Lucas shook his head. "I wanted to hear you say it." "When I made that letter, I thought I was going to die. I didn't really want to leave without letting you know, so, I," she shyly looked down. "I shamelessly said that. I don't regret ever writing that letter," she continued in a low voice. There was a deafening silence after she said that. She stayed keeping her gaze away from the man in front of her.

She wanted to spend her last days with me, to have some peace and quiet. "I said yes, of course. Then I watched as the sickness took her away, bit by bit, until she was gone. "I'm the one who sent that message." Janet showed him the chat on the phone again. "Lily got so sick she couldn't even text back, but she was really looking forward to this wedding. "She couldn't see anymore, but I wanted to make her dream come true, so I told you to get ready." Edison's eyes were stuck on the dark letters of the report, and a cold feeling spread from his fingers to his heart.

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.

Her face was burning, and her lips were trembling. “So what if I did all that? What if I did everything I could to bear you a child?” she retorted, her voice shaking from the effort even as she lowered her volume. “That was all in the past. That was three years ago! I’ve been punished for it for so many years! Isn’t it enough? Aren’t I allowed to regret it all?” “Regret?!” Brendan’s eyes were mired with desolation. “How dare you regret any of that!?”

In the moment it makes perfect sense and I decide I will write my new penpal back and tell him all about it and get some of these feelings I've been experiencing finally off my chest. On the way to work the next morning, I drive through the post office and drop my letter in the drop box. As soon as it leaves my hands, I immediately regret it. ‘Oh God. That letter was a complete overshare.What have I done?’ I tell myself. Even I know, no amount of begging will convince the postmaster to let me get my letter back. I cover my eyes with my hand, grimace, take a long, deep breath, then head to the office for a day of word analysis.

And regret is the most unwelcome guest because, in most cases, I can prevent regret from coming into my home. But none of these, not fear or regret, will have the upper hand today, for as I wait in anticipation for your return, I shall hope that you will find this letter before you find your path back to me again. With much love, Mirabelle.” And with that, I make my way down to this room, but as I slip the white envelope, I hear the voices of two men having an argument, and I fear that it is my name that the unfamiliar man has just said.

I nodded, throat tight, and went back to my room to start on a task that felt, somehow, heavier than everything else that had happened yesterday combined. --- I spent the better part of two hours at the small writing desk by the window, discarding four drafts before I found one that struck the right balance, warm without groveling, apologetic without confession, the kind of letter that made people feel cared for rather than managed. *I am deeply sorry for the distress caused at Saturday's gathering. What occurred does not reflect the hospitality I intended to offer, and I am committed to understanding exactly what happened so that nothing like it ever happens again. I hope you'll allow me th

I couldn’t help but wonder what had troubled him but I had to act turf. “What do you want today, Nathan?.” I said with a high pitched voice that lacked any real bark. I was trying to sound nonchalant but I don’t think it was working. “I’m really sorry Les,” Nathan said with a low voice. His eyes filled with deep sadness. “There’s been some issues at Greystone and I have to go back. The park needs me.” Nathan turned to look at me, his eyes searching for something. A low sigh came from him as he voiced out. “I truly don’t want to leave you till you forgive me but I really need to help the park.”

"This year’s company performance is looking great." Oh, that’s right. The company was thriving under the two of us. Even Mr. Quinn Sr. trusted us completely. I smiled and nodded. "Sounds good." We headed out together, bringing Harvey and Lily with us. As we reached the door, the mailman arrived with a letter for me. I opened it and glanced at the contents. "I regret everything I did, and I'm so sorry. – Chris Quinn" But regret meant nothing. People like him did not deserve the luxury of regret.