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What a spoiled brat she is! I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. Relax Nina, there's nothing you can do about your anger, take a deep breath and chill. Why is it that I didn't listen to Mary and Janna's discussions about this book? Now, I'm starting to regret all my stubbornness for not listening to them. If I knew this would happen, I should have listened to their spoilers or read the book immediately. The saying that "regret is always at the end" seems to project unto me now.

The scratch that they found at the cross was due to the cross falling from a high place and causing the cross to break in two. They both thanked him before walking out of the church. Shana decided to stop by the bookstore to pick up some books to read over the weekend since neither of them had anything else to do. The rest of the day went by quickly. They spend the rest of the day at home. Shana was sitting in the living room, reading a book she had recently purchased. It wasn't just any ordinary book; it was filled with dirty talk. Shana was obviously so preoccupied with reading it that she didn't notice her surroundings. He snatched the book from her grasp.

Not about how I stayed, stupid and shaking, begging for an explanation he never deserved. Not about how that version of me, hopeful, loyal, soft was the one that died. Some truths are too raw for first conversations. “Regret,” Julian says slowly, “is just memory with sharp edges.” I exhale a humorless laugh. “I have enough of those to bleed out on.” He doesn’t look away. “Then you came to the right place. Islands are good for bleeding quietly.” His words are gentle, but his eyes, his eyes have seen too much to still believe in softness.

Regret washes over his face, etching lines of sorrow and remorse. "You're right, Nora. You were never meant to be caught in the crossfire of our rivalry," Jay admits, his voice filled with regret. "I should have protected you, shielded you from the pain and the choices that were forced upon you." Nora gazes at him, her eyes filled with a mixture of sadness and longing. The regret in Jay's expression mirrors the tumultuous emotions swirling within her own heart. "I never wanted any of this," Nora whispers, her voice barely audible. "I never wanted to be a pawn in your family's feud. I just wanted to live my own life, make my own choices."

He climbs slowly to his feet, grunting as he stretches out his back, before reaching down to pick up my plate. “Do you ever regret it?” I can’t help but ask, though I’m not even sure what I want to know. Regret life? Regret logging? He seems to understand what I mean though, as he smiles gently. “Nothing in life is ever worth regretting. You see, Lena, regret is like mold. You can scrub and scrub until it’s out of sight, but it always comes back if you let things get damp again. So, I try not to let life get damp.”

Because regret— real regret— is a living thing. It claws. It burns. It waits. And in that moment— He felt all of it. Not the regret of losing a wife— but the regret of never being the man she deserved to have. ********* Later that evening, Lilian and Jack walked by the riverside—the sky painted in peach and lavender. The water glimmered, flowing forward, never backward. Lilian inhaled deeply. “This,” she whispered. “This feels like life again.” Jack looked at her quietly. “What happens now?”

When will the regrets end? To be continued...t

Maybe my life would have turned different … _________________________________ Regret is a learning tool. We let it educate us so that we can move on into a better future

“The contents inside it hold no value to me anymore. They are completely worthless.” My mother nodded quietly and threw the bag into the wastebasket without asking any more questions. Matt ran over to the wastebasket, grabbed the bag out, and started cleaning it frantically with his hands. “What are you doing, Meadow?” Matt asked, his voice shaking as he got close to tears. “I gifted you that bag on your birthday. You promised me you would cherish it forever, just like you said our friendship meant everything. And now you tell your mom to throw it away like garbage? Do you hate me that much now? After everything we went through?”

OV No one knows how but everyone has things that they regret. Some regret not treasuring what they had, but they realize too late that what they had was precious. Some regret unsaid thoughts and words when they had the opportunity to say them. Others regret not being courageous enough to take risks. Hamdan was no exception. He had a lot of regrets. He regretted being selfish, he regretted not trusting his beloved wife, he regretted driving her away yet his biggest regret was not being there for his wife. The last call she made to him was like a wakeup call to his selfish self.