Regrets Collect Like Old Friends Novels & Stories

Olive explained hoarsely. Lyyana let out a sigh. She also regretted why her mother didn't receive better treatment until she passed away just like that. "If we talk about regret, it's not just Uncle and Aunt. Lyyana regrets not being able to provide the best treatment for Mom, letting Mom marry that jerk, causing Mom's shop to go bankrupt because of that jerk's debt, selling our childhood home, and many more regrets Lyyana has. But..." Lyyana paused, looking at each of them one by one. "Regret comes at the end. We shouldn't be trapped in that regret. It's better for us to start a new life now and consider yesterday's events as life experiences and memories."

Why would he allow me to visit Killan? He stood up and walked toward the window, his gaze distant. The light outside was still bright. He seemed lost in thought for a moment before speaking again, "Sometimes we wish for a life without regrets. But regrets have their own beauty. I've had my share of regrets in the past. My history is riddled with them. Yet, I've never attempted to erase them completely. They're a part of me. I embrace and cherish them until they intersect with something pivotal. To truly regret is to experience life anew." "What are you trying to say?"

“This mistake is now haunting me and Autumn’s life will be in danger if she stays with me.” I let out a huge sigh as I started to feel the weight of my own mistake. If only I had not gone the wrong path. If only I had never met Santiano. Yet again, I could not really regret it. Without that job, my mom would have worked harder to provide for both of us and I would not have met Lucas, my best friend. And if I had not met Lucas, I would not have met Hunter, my other best friend who was currently studying Mandarin in Taiwan with his girlfriend, Mey, who happened to be Autumn’s best friend. As much as it pained me right now, I could not regret the decision I had made in the past. Moreover, regre

"Alex doesn’t know about this yet, so don’t say anything to him, okay?" Ivory nodded. "I promise, I'll not mention this in front of him." "Thanks," Eric gave her a look which Ivory couldn't find a name yet, "When you love someone, don’t waste time Ivory, don’t let your pride or fear stop you. When it’s too late, no amount of regret will bring them back, I wasted time, maybe if I was quicker, I might've got more time to spend with her rather than crying for her, atleast I got six months to be with her now, though it'll be a lifelong regret later, do you want to regret too?"

The one who wanted to own me, and who couldn't stand seeing me happy without him. The man I'd spoken to today wasn't that man. He was something else, and one I wasn't ready to name. The elevator doors opened. I stepped out into the lobby. "Regret," I whispered, the right word suddenly coming to me. Regret was far more dangerous than hatred. Hatred was easy to walk away from. I'd walked away from hatred a thousand times. But regret had a way of making you look back. I looked toward the elevators, toward the man I'd spent two years trying to forget, and I wondered if maybe, just maybe, forgetting him wasn't possible.

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He points out and I sigh. "The way you treated me says more about you than it does about me." I say firmly and I feel a fresh bout of regret barrel into me from my bond with Micah. I reach up to hold his hands that are clasped around my waist and squeeze them gently, letting him know that I have forgiven him. I won't let some bad memories stop us from enjoying a loving mate bond. It would be cheating myself just as much as him, and I refuse to do that to myself.

"Mom, you and Dad failed as parents. I'm just glad I wasn't raised by you and that I didn't end up like William. And forgiveness? That's not happening. "What really killed me was your indifference. If I had the choice, I'd wish I'd never been your child. But I won't let you die." I pressed my hand to her forehead and pulled away. "You'll live and spend the rest of your life drowning in guilt and regret." … I was sitting by the hospital window when Mom suddenly jolted awake. She ripped out her IV line and lurched off the bed, her face streaked with tears as she cried my name.

The more they read, the more ashen their faces became. If the footage of Janice had already enraged them, then what followed in the chat history revealed the true face of the five years of hell I endured. "Lisa Carter, you think you're smart? Try beating my score again and see what happens." "Meet me at the usual spot after school. You'll finally see what kind of people you really deserve. You'll regret it if you don't turn up." "You told them I didn't buy your meds? Do you have a death wish?"

“Jensen… sorry…” Her eyes were red as she raised her hand and slapped herself. “I am sorry… I regretted it for the past three years… please forgive me. Please look at me one more time…” I rolled down the window halfway and looked at her with a cold expression. “Chelsea, do you think it is appropriate to say this in front of my wife? Do not come near me and disgust me again. I do not want to see you. Do not insult the word regret. You do not deserve it.”