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And Laelia wasn't going to disappear into the thin air. Sometimes when we are too busy making memories, we don't realize how precious some fleeting moments are. This boat ride across the ocean was one such instance where I was too preoccupied with my insecurities and doubts to genuinely appreciate what I had in the form of Marcus. I guess that's why most regrets have a common theme, and they usually start with an "If only I knew back then." And regrets are all we collect when loved ones leave. Past moments can't be brought back, they can only be revisited. No amount of banging our heads to the walls or weeping and wallowing in misery can change that. The times that I spent with my dad, whate

When Georgina saw me, she hurriedly got up from the couch and walked toward me, her eyes already turning red. "You little rascal. You still remembered you have a home here! You’ve been gone all these years without even coming back to see me." I felt somewhat guilty about my earlier thoughts and said with a choked voice, "Georgina..." Linda walked over to Georgina's side, gently patting her back. "The doctor said you can't get too emotional. How did you forget this so quickly?"

On the 1,001st day, Ruby Anderson still hadn't shown up at the city hall. The staff member tapped on the rejected application form and laughed at me mockingly. "Mr. Scott, this makes a thousand times, You should set a time with Ms. Anderson before coming back. "Stop wasting everyone's time." Everyone knew that Ruby was the richest person in this city. She had very limited time. When she was happy, everyone would respectfully address me as "Mr. Scott". However, when she was upset, I would be treated even worse than her nanny. Everyone would take a dig at me. They seemed to have forgotten that she was the one who proposed to me 99 times with roses. She had told the whole world th

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.”

A series of my hatred collapsed with my newly build feelings that were very much comfortable than the pain I was feeling. I looked in his eyes. They were truthful and consuming. At this moment, I want to forget everything and get with him. I want to leave everything and touch him. At this moment, I am willing to lose my dignity. "Maybe there is something else that I will regret", I said. He gave me a questionable look and asked, "what?" "However, I wont regret it at the moment atleast", I repeated. "what are you....", he was speaking and I kissed him.

I didn’t want that. I started running towards the attic. I knew everything I did was ruining the plan I set for my goal but she was right; he hasn’t enough time left and I truly wanted to share memories with him. Regrets only exist to show us an alternate of our choices. What if I regretted not sharing enough time with him, not having enough memories to remember him by, getting drunk on his scent again would be refreshing.

Memories that belonged to a nine-hundred-year-old vampire and the hundreds of souls he'd taken. And beneath them, fainter but sharper, my own regrets. You should have visited Mom more. You should have fought harder for that diner job. You should have told the boy in high school that you liked him back. You should have— The list was endless. Small regrets. Petty ones. But they were mine. And they had teeth. "Now," Fenra's voice came from somewhere distant, "let them speak. Let them scream. And don't flinch." The regrets surged.

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

SLAP! “Fu***ng bastard! ” I screamed, my voice trembling with rage. A red handprint bloomed on his cheek, but he didn’t even flinch. Instead, he stood there, his eyes filled with desperate longing. “Can you come back?" he pleaded, his voice breaking. “Come back to what?" I shot back, my words like venom. “This is the path you chose, Cole! Don’t tell me you regret it now.” “Yes, I regret it! ” he blurted out, the raw emotion in his voice catching me off guard. “I never thought I’d feel this way, but I do. I regret everything. I regret driving you away.” I froze, momentarily stunned. This was Cole, proud, arrogant Cole.

“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?”