Regretful Reads Mga Nobela at Kwento

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

I use that to propel me forward. Those voices of yours are drowned out by the loud thumps of my beating heart, the thumps that are my own cheerleading squad telling me just to try. Just. Try. Just Try. And I know myself now just as I am knowing more about you, is that what I don't want to feel, more than you in my head and my heart, is Regret. Fear, you come and go. But Regret, well, Regret stays forever. And Regret is the most unwelcome guest because, in most cases, I can prevent Regret from coming into my home.

Just silence and the ghost of a family he’d destroyed. His phone buzzed again. A text this time. Unknown number. He opened it with shaking fingers. Ryan read it three times. Then a fourth. He pressed his fist to his mouth and bit down to stop the sound that wanted to come out. It wasn’t grief. It was regret. Thick, hot, and years too late.

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.

“ I thought that I would let you be and keep to myself but I realise now that it was a mistake. I should have confronted you about the welcome party you threw for her when you said you were going to attend a gala. I was an idiot for believing whatever you say. In a sense, this is my fault. I didn't even mention that I wasn't feeling well and I missed my parents. In case you forgot, my parents died. They have been gone for a long time and this is where they are buried. That is why I came here to visit them. I'm not some crazy stalker like you think but yeah, you can think whatever. I don't care anymore. You can continue taking care of Anna. She matters more to you than I do.” I lost my compos

Almost. “I keep thinking about the mornings,” he said. “The coffee. The way she used to leave notes on the fridge when she leaves home early. Little things. ‘Don’t forget to eat.’ ‘I watered the plant.’ I used to roll my eyes at them. Now I’d give anything to find one of those notes again.” Nurse Iva nodded once. “Regret is heavy, it doesn’t consume you when you expect it. Sometimes it waits until everything else is stripped away.”

to her. I held Laura in one hand and a bag of medicine in the other, but James just ignored me completely. He treated us like we were thin air. My heart ached so much that I began to find it difficult to breathe. At that moment, I began to regret marrying James. I even began to regret the decision to give birth to Laura. I gave birth to Laura, but couldn't bring her any happiness. This was my failure as a mother. However, I couldn't really go back in time now.

I asked quietly, “Do you regret losing me, Roman, or do you regret losing what I gave you?” His head lifted. The question hung between us. He blinked, almost startled, before answering. “Both. I regret losing the fire in you. I regret taking your trust and turning it into something brittle. I regret not knowing that what you gave me was not mine to take for granted.” The words carried weight, but I felt them fall short. Not because they were false, but because truth spoken too late comes stripped of power. I leaned back. “You regret the results. I lived the years.”

I wonder again and again how I could have been so blind, how I could hurt the only woman who has loved me with all her being. My nights are filled with nightmares and shattered dreams. I close my eyes and see Melek's face, I see how her gaze transforms into disillusionment and hopelessness. I torture myself with the memory of her tears, her words of pain and rejection. Every tear she has shed is a reminder of my failure as a man and a lover. I bitterly regret my actions, of abandoning her and denying her the happiness she deserved. Regret is like a fire burning within me, consuming any trace of tranquility. I wish I could turn back time, erase my mistakes, and do things right, but I know I c

"You told them I didn't buy your meds? Do you have a death wish?" "Sorry, I ruined your clothes. But aren't you working at the canteen? Go make some money and buy new ones." "If you get on your knees and beg, I might throw some of my old ones to you." Casey couldn't bear to read more than two lines before turning his head away. Tears were flowing freely down his face. Jasper's knuckles turned white from gripping the phone too hard. His eyes were red, and his breathing grew ragged and shaky.