Regrets Collect Like Old Friends Novels & Stories

Kou The climate's getting warmer as the sun's at its peak... summer's coming... the season of summer's almost here... This spring, I had a lot of regrets... not letting her know what I really felt earlier... because in the end I'm just a coward selfless guy who rather get hurt than seeing the girl I love get hurt... I had a lot of regrets but that concert night was the night I regret the most. I... was there too... I was supposedly the 'friend' Henry was about to meet...

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."

“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

You're comfortable there because that's where you have control; it's where you know the lay of my emotional land. Those voices of yours are drowned out by the loud thumps of my beating heart, the thumps that are my own cheerleading squad telling me to just try. Just. Try. Just Try. And I know myself now just as I am knowing more about you, is that what I don't want to feel, more than you in my head and my heart, is regret. Fear, you come and go. But regret, well, regret stays forever. And regret is the most unwelcome guest because, in most cases, I can prevent regret from coming into my home.

Adrian gets up and starts leaving. He can feel the weight of her words echoing in his mind. The bitterness in her voice cuts deep. “People forget after committing mistakes, but they definitely get the fruits of their deeds; I see only regrets in your fate.” she screamed. He knows she's right. As Adrian walks away, he can't shake off the feeling of guilt and regret that now consumes him. He knows he has hurt her deeply, and the consequences of his actions are now staring him in the face. The harsh reality of his mistakes hits him like a ton of bricks, and he realizes that he may never be able to make things right again. The words of the woman he once loved haunt him as he walks away, knowing

I heard it when I was seven years old when I saw the first dead person I'd ever seen: eyes open, blood pooling on the barn floor. In my profession, regret is easy to come by. They piled up, each sapping a man's resolve. I don't have many regrets; until now, I only had one following me. I regretted Dianna when she married my uncle Vincent. Recently, and more than that, I regret signing for Gallena. I want her twin. On my bed. Stick on the wall. Kneel.

Like I was taking a pair of scissors and actually severing the cord that held us together for all these years of friendship turned sisterhood. It feels awful. I am afraid I might wake up one day when I am thirty and regret fucking up our friendship over this fling, romance, whatever the fuck this thing I am doing with Stephane is supposed to be. But I am also afraid I might wake up one day when I am thirty or older and regret not pursuing this whirlwind of a man that is Stephane and allowing him give me the experience of a lifetime. I would regret it and then hate Charlie for holding me back.

her friend groan like she's imagining something, then she throws a pillow on her again. "You bitch stop imagining that monster! you'll regret it if you'll going to have s*x with her!" her friend laughs, "You don't even regret Brittany!" she gives her friend a middle finger sign, how can she regret that is it her mission? so regret is not on her words right now, but on the other hand, she realizes she didn't even regret it really as she likes it, then she's gonna poke on her tthoughts'sthe hell is happening to her thoughts anyway?.

, he whispered gently, letting out a soft chuckle afterwards. “Oh, I remember a little. All I remember was the taste of the cake and our happy chatter. I really wish I could see what you looked like. Who knows, maybe we would have been married by now. I wouldn't have ended up with Desmond”, she said softly, her tone laced with regret. “I wish I wasn't so timid. I would have fought for us. I wouldn't have been scared off by Desmond”, Diego said with a heavy sigh, a testament to the feeling of regret welling up within him.

“I took it. The day we signed the divorce papers. Before you came to get your stuff, I took it. It was the one I gave you on our first anniversary.” “Oh.” I realized. “I remember now. Why did you take that?” “I don’t know. I guess I just needed a piece of you with me.” “Do you regret your actions?” I asked. “What?” “Do you regret how everything turned out?” He took a deep breath. “Yes. I wish I had gone about things differently.” Before I could respond my grandpa came. “We’ll leave really soon. You guys should come back into the house.” Our conversation was cut short. We got ready to leave the house. We had asked Rory earlier where she wanted to go and she unexpectedly said the beach.