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"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."

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.”

if only. Shana's thoughts broke apart. She shook her head forcefully in an attempt to push the thoughts out of her mind. She clenched both of her fists and breathed deeply. Perhaps, someday, if she finds happiness once more...if her family and friends are willing to stand behind her...she might finally forget about her sorrows for the present. It all depended on if she could find happiness again. "You're spacing out, you know", said Dennis as he opened the balcony doors and stepped into the room.

she whispered to herself. After a few blocks, the anger gave way to exhaustion. Her feet ached. The road stretched endlessly ahead. She sighed and muttered, “I’ll just get Cora to drive me back to the car.” That made sense. It made the walk feel like something temporary. But as the minutes passed, regret crept in. The air was colder now. Her hair whipped across her face. The pavement gleamed under the streetlights, still wet from the evening drizzle. Her arms wrapped around herself as she tried to fight the chill.

Chapter Six Too Late Abe Regret was a funny thing. People always talked about it like it arrived all at once. Like a lightning strike. Like some dramatic realization that changed everything overnight. In reality? Regret came in pieces. Tiny little reminders scattered throughout your day. A song. A scent. A restaurant. A laugh that sounded almost like hers. And every single one felt like a knife. I stared out the floor-to-ceiling windows of my office. The city stretched endlessly below.

"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."

] I floated above the city, watching the three people I once loved end their sinful lives in the most tragic manner. I said softly to the system, "A little longer." I went to my grave. The flowers in front of the tombstone had wilted, but the tombstone was spotless. "Goodbye, Dad." "Goodbye, Mom." "Goodbye, Egor." "Goodbye, Jasmine." I quietly bid them farewell, saying goodbye to them and also to my once naive self who thought love could last forever. Never forgive. Never meet again. [Time remaining: 0.]

“It has nothing to do with you. My mother is always like this when it comes to Aunt Harrison. She’s always been sad that she couldn’t save her.” Candice nodded. “They were like me and Sophia.” Charlie’s brows drew together, a hint of jealousy in his expression. “Our mothers. Why mention Sophia?” He lifted her chin, his breath close. “If anyone, it’s me and you. I’ll complete the regrets of the previous generation. I’ll make your every wish come true, fulfill your desires, and ensure your life is smooth sailing…” His voice grew softer and softer, the last word dissolving between their lips.

"I know you never listen to anyone, so I'm not going to bother talking you out of it." Lucy lounged back on the couch in a relaxed posture as she spoke to John. "I just hope you'll think this through. If Sierra and Tommy walk away over this and never look back, are you going to regret it?" John held the bottle in his left hand and poured himself another drink without saying a word. There were already too many regrets in his life. The one he regretted most had happened when he was still young.

I hate filthy men like you who corrupt my boyfriend! After a sigh, Heidi continued, "Mr. Conley's face darkened, but since Natalie's young, he let it slide. Finally, when the party ended, Natalie heard Mr. Conley mention going to the club, and she flipped out. She called him a shameless man and told him to get lost, saying he was ruining her boyfriend.