Regrets Collect Like Old Friends Novels & Stories

Then he dropped to his knees beside my bed, staring at me with eyes filled with remorse. "Jenny, I had no idea you endured so much for me. Why didn't you tell me? I could've borne it with you. I was wrong. Please forgive me…" I could barely hear his words anymore, but I could feel his regret—his panic. It was just a pity that this was what I had longed for two years ago. Now, everything was too late. Still, before dying, I had one last "gift" for Chris. I reached out and grabbed the device that was about to be removed. Almost immediately, a hidden door appeared on the projection.

Unwound his scarf and wrapped it around my neck, loop by loop. We had fun. Like, real fun. When he left, he kept making me promise to remember his name. But I was little—I forgot. Later, when my real parents showed up, they told me I had to marry Eric. I thought Eric was the boy from the snow. In my last life, I chased him like he was it—right up until I died. "What're you thinking about?" Shelby pulled me in, kissed my cheek. "Our first meeting." I leaned into him, chasing his warmth.

"You were the only one who saw something in me. Who pushed me to be better." Seth's jaw clenched, but he remained silent. "You didn't just give me a job," Paige continued, tears falling freely now. "You gave me confidence. Purpose. Made me believe I could actually make something of myself. And I threw all of that away because I was too weak and scared to stand up to him." Her voice dropped to a whisper. "I don't expect forgiveness. I just... I needed you to know that failing you is my biggest regret. Not because of the job or the company, but because you're one of the few people in this world I truly respect."

"What makes you think I'd stay in one place waiting for you forever? "What if another guy who looks like Xavier shows up? Are you going to relive your regret and put on the same act again?" Upon hearing that, she lowered her head. After a long while, she asked, "So, you really don't love me anymore?" I paused, turning to look out the window. When one experienced disappointment again and again, they just couldn't love anymore. "No, I don't," I answered. The moment I said that, she finally deflated. "Fine. We'll finalize the divorce tomorrow."

Even Lady Lapointe could tell I was in a foul mood. “No need. I’ll go see for myself.” In broad daylight, bursts of small fireworks shot into the sky. They bloomed with a dazzling brilliance. Yet the scene beneath the fireworks was sickening. Henry gently wrapped his arms around Margot. The two looked up together. Their gazes were full of affection for each other. “Margot, thank you for giving me these fireworks.” “My prince, if you like them, I’ll make fireworks for you every day.” As their eyes met, their affection grew.

I have a lot of regrets in life. But I guess, not coming home quite often for a visit is the thing that I regret the most. I could’ve have hang out with Grandpa more often. But it’s too late now. Grandpa is gone. It replays on my mind repeatedly. He is gone. I wish I can change it and think that this is just a bad dream. I stare into the calm sea as the boat approaches the port. I’ve returned again in Sequim but this time with a heavy heart.

Death leaves a heartache no one can heal, love leaves a memory no one can steal. Boston, USA Regret is a strong emotion, so strong that it has the capacity to keep you trapped in the past forever. When a bout of regret strikes you, it cripples you from within. Like creepy insects crawling under your skin. Your own brain paralyzes you into submission and you are stuck in an era bygone, stuck in the loop of “what could have been”. It was a cool evening and the setting sun was beautifying the sky as if it was a Van Gogh masterpiece. A blood red Maybach is cruising along a deserted stretch of the highway overlooking lush green countryside. An enigmatic sight, a beautiful mechanic beast cruising

When will the regrets end? To be continued...t

We're two different people with different lives to live. I wipe my tears with the back of my palm. Being strong is so hard. I want to be strong. I want to let things go but each time, our memories keeps hunting me. I hate myself! I regret ever having to date Mike. He's my biggest regret. ********************