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He watched her from across the room, the space between them feeling vast and unbridgeable, the regret a heavy stone sinking in his gut, pulling him down into a dark,su#ocating despair. gut. Every careless word, every unanswered call, every time he'd chosen his own stubborn pride over her soft, forgiving eyes replayed in his mind like a broken record.He remembered the curve of her smile the !rst time he'd told her she was beautiful, the way her hand !t perfectly in his, the trust that used to shine in her eyes likesunlight on a clear lake. He'd shattered it, piece by piece, and now stood amidst the ruins, desperate to rebuild but paralyzed by his own failures. He yearned to rewind, torewrite

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

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.

(REGRET) REGRET. The big and bolded letter word that Emie read unto the cover page of the seemingly ordinary letter, but a tangible mysterious one inside, wherein the sender itself is nothing, but a blank name that ringing a warning, yet knocking her sub-conscious mind with the interest to the extreme. She opens it as she undoes the folds and whispers. “God’s gate. Alchemy.”

"Aurora! I told Damian I wanted to apologize, and I can't believe he brought you here. I know I was wrong that day. Will you forgive me?" I looked at Damian, but he just kept flipping through the auction catalog in silence. So that was the real reason for this trip. So Clara could apologize. The whole “clearing my head” excuse had just been a cover. I felt empty inside, as if something inside me had been hollowed out, but I didn't even have any tears left to cry. Clara reached for my hand, her eyes full of regret. "I really didn't mean to hurt you. I was just so excited. After being away so long, it's nice seeing everyone again, and I can't help but feel happy about it."

She suspected that he didn't want to live anymore and begged me to visit him, afraid he might do something irreversible. Unable to stand her constant tears, I finally agreed. When I saw Dylan through the glass, I almost didn't recognize him. He repented for a long time, then finally asked if I was willing to wait for him. I shook my head and returned all the money he had given me. As I turned to leave, I said one last thing to him. "Dylan, I've repaid everything I owed you. However, you'll never be able to repay what you owe me in this lifetime."

For my sake, Yelena went through IVF, enduring so much pain. She finally conceived, only for me to destroy everything with a moment of infidelity. I truly regretted it. If I had known things would end up like this, I never would have strayed. Wouldn't it have been better to stay faithful to one person? Humans were so foolish. They longed for what they couldn't have, only to take it for granted once it was theirs. I had worked so hard to win Yelena over, only to ruin everything with my own hands.

I had done it for five years and I had been good at it and the knowledge lived in me regardless of what had been done to the business entity that carried my name. What you pick up after. "Marge," I said. "Mm." "Did you ever regret staying?" She considered this with genuine care the way she considered everything, as though a question deserved the actual investment of thought rather than the nearest available answer. "No," she said. "I regret the marriage. I regret the papers I signed without reading. I don't regret any single day in this garage." A short pause. "Though I profoundly regret the Tuesday three years ago when Rafe reorganised the filing system and I didn't stop him."

But I desperately need you to know that everything I experienced was real, we were real, my feelings for you are still real. I love you forever Astrid (Nancy)” I read it over and over again. A part of me feels like it’s slowly dying. Nothing hits harder than regret, a cancer that ravages your body until there’s nothing left but skin and bones. I have so many regrets when it comes to Ophelia. I’m hoping this email will correct my mistakes, but by the time she reads it, it will be too late. I’ve already been condemned to eternal damnation.