Regrets Collect Like Old Friends Novels & Stories

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.

The upward inflection of the ending note carried that unique Sicilian pity— “See? That’s the poor thing who was mistakenly declared dead in the gang war and crawled back out of the gutter.” In this circle, Elena was the rose consecrated with holy water; I was the dried-up desert thorn. My existence was merely a family concession to the outside world: “Look, we didn’t neglect our own flesh and blood.” How utterly ironic. The departure day finally arrived. I booked a red-eye flight, taking off at 01:15 AM. I told no one.

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.

But then, he stubbornly said, "I can live without the company. I just want you back. I'd give up anything to be with you." Sasha's lips curled into a derisive smile. She lifted her cold gaze and said, "I know you, Aidan. Even if I walked away with you today, you'd regret it ten years from now. You'd tell me, 'Sasha, if it weren't for you, I wouldn't be so broke.'" "You're just a selfish businessman, Aidan. You're always calculating what you can gain and what you might lose. Why bother pretending you're some lovesick fool? I know you better than you think."