Novel & Cerita Regretful Poems

I calmly started washing up after Austin left. There was no need for me to cry aloud or make a huge fuss about my broken heart like the last time anymore. One could only get used to the pain, and then, it wouldn't have any significance to them anymore. In fact, I found it a waste of energy to even shed a single tear for a jerk like him. I fell asleep right after that. Sometime past midnight, I heard someone knocking on the door in my haze. The raps on the door were loud and urgent.

He said I had not done anything bad and could go to heaven, but I would forget everything if I left. He asked if I had any last wishes. I shook my head. I did not want to hold on to anything. Before I left, I looked back one last time and saw Janet at my grave. She put white flowers there and prayed with her hands together. I decided to drop a leaf on her shoulder. Janet looked up, and our eyes met. She could not see me, but she seemed to feel I was there and smiled. I smiled back, thankful, and then I walked away.

No amount of punishment on Janice could ever undo the pain she had caused me. Even if I were reborn, I would never accept their repentance. In less than a week, Janice completely broke down. Disheveled and filthy, she hid in a corner and suddenly realized something. I was dead. As long as she lowered her head and admitted to her faults, as long as she could earn Jasper and Casey's forgiveness, she still had a chance. If she survived long enough, some power and resources would still be hers. So, she knelt before Casey and Jasper. "Jasper, Casey, I know I was wrong. I shouldn't have hurt Lisa. I didn't mean to, I just felt so insecure. I grew up without parents and cared about you two so much.

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to... I… I just can't believe Maria is really gone just like that," Richard said, laughing bitterly. "It's all my fault. I'm the one who ruined the good life she should have had. If I had cared more about her and treated her better… If I had been honest sooner and told her everything… Then maybe, things wouldn't have ended like this." He clenched his fists. People always said you should not wait until you lose something to regret it, but he had always believed that would never happen to him and Maria.

But taking advantage of a woman who’s been broken by my son is the lowest I’ve ever fallen. I groan and rush into the bathroom. I turn on the shower and leave the temperature on cold. I need the freezing water to shake me out of my feverish need. Regret is a venomous emotion. It holds on to you within its grasp and twists you until I don’t know what’s up or down. I have many regrets. I regret not getting help for my mother and not standing up to my father. I regret falling under the spell of a predator who manipulated me when she saw my pain and trauma. I regret succumbing to my darkness for that beautiful woman who entranced me. I regret producing a son who’s just like my father.

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!?”

She placed a kiss on his forehead while her tears fell on his cheeks. She moved from the bed and walked to the window. The night without stars felt suffocating. And a world without loved ones felt like hell. “Regretting is the coal to burn a soul. I whipped out a life to have my wings.”

In those fleeting moments of stillness, I would find solace, a brief respite from the relentless march of time. But even as I toiled away, my thoughts would invariably drift back to her, to the woman I had loved and lost, to the son I had never had the chance to truly know. With each passing day, the weight of my regret grew heavier, a burden too heavy to bear, threatening to crush me beneath its crushing weight.

My tone was steady, as though I were merely stating a fact. Silas’s face drained of all color. He knew, deep down, that it was his own doing—the trust he shattered with his own hands. He clutched my arm like a drowning man grasping for a lifeline. “We still have time. We have so much time ahead of us. Please…” I shook my head. “Silas, the marks of hurt never fade. When you refused to save Yael, when you accused and berated him without listening, it was already over. You made sure there wasn’t enough time for us.”

'Dear Ace, I went through an old picture album recently and found myself reminiscing about the past, which isn’t like me. I've always believed there was no point in looking back to regret or to ponder on what could have been. Yet, I have so much regret, so much I wish I had taken the time to reflect on. I realize now that none of the things I’ve accomplished were truly my dreams, but rather, they were things I thought would earn me the love and acceptance from my father. I thought I could live with myself even after I hurt so many people, even when I hurt you and broke your heart…' A single tear falls from my eyes, making me aware of the wetness in my eyes and the heaviness in my chest. I do