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“To Asher, I understand that my boys are living in your house. Now that I’m sober and have had time to reflect on the things I did and the person I was, I realize exactly what I had done to them. They will never forgive me and I don’t deserve their forgiveness, but I want you to know that I do regret it. I don’t expect I’ll ever see them again, but I’m glad they found a safe place with you. I went to school with your mother, and I remember what kind of person she was. I have faith that you love my boys, and that you’re looking after them well. I have no excuse for my actions other than the bottle, but hurting them will be the one thing I will always regret. Take care of them. Jeff Crowley.”

Ever. When I was little, I tried Nate. I did. I tried to break my connection with you. Not just for Silas, but for you, too. I didn’t mind not having a connection. All I desired was for you both to find happiness. I thought, if I got the guts to break it, I could give you that. Sitting here now, writing this letter, I think that is the one thing I regret most is that I didn’t. Given the chance to go back…knowing the outcome now…

As he spoke, his eyes brimmed with tears, and he said, "Elena, I know that you're very upset, and I know that I hurt you a lot in the past. Please, just give me another chance. That letter I wrote to you, I regret it, I have regretted it for years. I promise that during the time you were with me, you were very important to me. I just... There were just so many things going on in my life, that I didn't know how to cope with it. And like a coward, I ran away and left that letter with you. Please, give me another chance, Elena. I promise you I won't make the same mistakes." "What are you doing?" Elena asked. "I'm not comfortable with this. Please, get up."

But Regina was quiet looking at the letter in her hand intently ~~" Gina! We don't know if this letter will reach to you, but mom and Dad can only believe in fate and write it to you. We are deeply sorry for not being part of your life, Mom and Dad sincerely apologize to you. We love you and we will always will. Just remember, a lot of things will happen but don't blame yourself. It's not your fault, you didn't do anything wrong. We gave birth to you because we wanted to have you, We never cared about fate and anything because all we cared about is you. We won't ask you to revenge, we only hope that you live well and don't blame yourself.

“What's going on? You speak in parables.” “Alright, I'll break it down if that's what you want.” He turned an awkward stare at me, making me feel uncomfortable. “I don't know how you would see this, it might make me bad as a friend but I just have to do it.” My eyes narrowed. He was still yet to hit the nail on the head. “I have been meaning to tell you that Luke is not meant for you. Flee from him if you want to be happy.” For the first time in my life, I got visibly upset by someone. The speed at which I hissed and walked out of Amber's room was still a shock.

Her scent of vanilla and cinnamon, mixed with a little bit of the hospital smell, lingered, and I never felt more at peace since she died. Unfolding the coat, ready to put it on, a letter dropped from it. I picked it up, scared to open it— but I did. I wanted to know what she was thinking. My Sweetheart, If you are reading this, then I have probably had to say goodbye to you—in person but not in spirit. I am sorry I left. I am sorry I didn’t tell you in time, but I don’t regret it. What I do regret is not hiding it better.

I'll love you until the day I die and every day after. Please, for the love of God, don't come back. Don't try to save me. Don't try to save us. Just live. Live well. Live happy. Live like I never existed. That's the only gift I can give you now. — Julian I read the letter three times. The words blurred and refocused. My tears spotted the paper. Then I walked downstairs to the kitchen, where Julian was making breakfast. Lily was at the table, drawing a rainbow with crayons that had escaped their box.

I just lost the father of my child right before my eyes, and here is one mentioning love to my hearing. As if he just read my mind. “I am sorry; I know I was meant to give you some time to heal before saying this to you, if need be. Please forgive me for being insensitive.”

“I don’t know. Anything you want it to mean.” “You hurt me, Raphael.” “I know I did. But I want you to know that I would never hurt you like that ever again.” My voice was breaking at this point. “Granted we were both at fault with the whole situation, but I think you should have handled it more respectfully.” “I know. I apologize for the way things went before.” “Even if I were to reciprocate your feelings now, what would people say? My grandpa, the company, the internet.” “Who cares what people think. It’s about what you and I think.”

I hesitated before opening the envelop. Inside laid a neatly folded paper, I opened it, and it was a letter from my husband. I opened the letter, and it read. “My dearest wife, I don’t even know where to start but let me start by telling you how sorry I am. I am writing to you with a heavy heart, deeply regretting the pain I have caused you. hurting you is the last thing I ever wanted to do. And I feel terrible for the distress my actions have brought in your life. Please know that I am truly sorry, and I am committed to making things right.