Regrets Collect Like Old Friends Novels & Stories

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?”

"When you retired back then, I thought it was such a shame. It's just like how you felt when I retired, too." Maria looked up. "Why?" Robin sighed. "You loved that man so much, you gave up everything. The home you grew up in, the cello you had practiced for years. And now, look at how it all ended. I just feel sorry for you." Maria lowered her eyes. The steam rising from the coffee blurred her vision. Her tone remained calm, without a trace of regret. "I loved him plainly and wholeheartedly, and gave everything without holding back. I have no regrets now that I have to leave. That's enough for me. As for those who hurt me, I believe they'll get what they deserve eventually."

Adrian stared at his glass. “I hate that it took losing everything for me to learn.” Leonard leaned forward. “We all thought we were untouchable. Women on the side. Lies wrapped in charm. And now look at us.” Three men. Older, wiser and most importantly, scarred. “I regret it,” Adrian said softly. “Every single reckless decision.” “Same,” Jakes added. Leonard nodded. “Same.” They drank again. Not to forget, but to remember. And for the first time in a long while, none of them felt alone in their regrets.

I’m rooting for you. No pressure. No guilt. Just presence. That somehow made it harder. I walked to school like it might be the last time the halls knew my footsteps. Every locker slam sounded louder. Every laugh sharper. The place was full of endings pretending to be routine. At lunch, my friends debated futures like they were draft picks. “You’ll be insane to pass this up,” Caleb said between bites. “This is the kind of thing people regret forever.” “Or,” Maya cut in calmly, “it’s the kind of thing people regret chasing for the wrong reasons.”

They were all from Adrian, 10 years in the future. "Clara, how are you and Sadie over there? I miss you so much. I know I have no right to. "Today's the anniversary of your death. You must have hated me when you left… hated me for destroying everything. "Clara, I miss you. I wish I could dream about you every night. Why do you never come to me in my dreams? "Clara, I regret everything. If I could do it all over again, I swear I'd love you the way I should have."