Regrets Collect Like Old Friends Novels & Stories

The release of the collection should have made me elated, after all it was the moment I had been working towards, a day when all my efforts would finally yield result and I would gain the recognition for the work I had put in but instead, there was this unsettling feeling. It gnawed at me and I kept feeling like there was a screw I'd left loose somewhere. When I told Rina, she termed it paranoia, saying, "Calm down, Sara. You are just excited and nervous for the launch." "As soon as the line drops, it'll be gone." I thought so too or at least, I thought she was right and I just had to wait until then. A laugh interrupted my thoughts and I lifted my head to see Lena walking in with a tray of

Caleb's finger had been cut by the metal edge of the gift box, and blood was seeping out. But he seemed to feel no pain, just staring blankly at my ring. "Uncle… he treats you very well," Caleb murmured, his voice thick. "Cliff roses, pink diamond rings, moonstone necklaces…" "He gives you everything I couldn't." I was silent for a moment, not quite understanding the depth of his regret. "Caleb, you chose to refuse two years ago," I said calmly. "It's too late to regret it now." "I know," Caleb gave a wry smile. "I just wanted to prove that I could also…"

"Every conversation. Every fight. Every time you looked at me like I was the only person in the room." He was quiet for a moment. The jukebox switched to a sad song about a truck and a dog. "So do I," he said. "And most of it keeps me up at night." We talked for three hours. Not about business. Not about Victor. Not about the past. About small things. Books we had read. Movies that made us cry. The way Lily laughed when she was trying not to laugh — that snorting thing she does that she got from me. For the first time in years, I forgot to be angry.

Unable to join in our laughter. While we were wrapped in our nostalgia, she sat alone. Perhaps feeling the weight of her own losses and longing to be part of something she hadn’t been able to experience. “It must be strange for you, hearing all these stories,” I said gently, leaning toward her. “I’m sure you’ll make some memories of your own on this trip.” Clara looked up at me. Her smile softened with gratitude. “I hope so. It’s nice to see you all so happy together. I can see how much this island means to you.”

Delisha was still mumbling, confiding in Cheryl's grave. "Ah, mom is still not sincere. But ... Today, with all the weaknesses, mom came here for the first time. This is not an easy thing, baby. But, slowly, mom can get up. You go, but the deepest regret of all of us will not be. We never forgot we caught up with you. Mom knows, you once said, mom as the cruel mother on this earth." the tears did not stop flowing. They were even getting heavier like Niagara Falls. Delisha had promised to forget everything but returned to the grave, just like returning to remembering old memories that were stored, and the wound came back, making foul pus. "Happy there, my baby. Mom will always love Cheryl, no

My tone was steady, as though I were merely stating a fact. Silas’s face drained of all color. He knew, deep down, that it was his own doing—the trust he shattered with his own hands. He clutched my arm like a drowning man grasping for a lifeline. “We still have time. We have so much time ahead of us. Please…” I shook my head. “Silas, the marks of hurt never fade. When you refused to save Yael, when you accused and berated him without listening, it was already over. You made sure there wasn’t enough time for us.”

As we continued working together, we began to bond and formed a genuine friendship. Once, he asked me, "Ms. Jacobson, I heard that you're finalizing your divorce. What was the reason for it?" "No particular reason. I just didn't like him anymore." Luke blinked. He then asked, "Then, what kind of person do you like?" I looked at his handsome face and chuckled. However, I didn't answer him. A few months later, I attended the local gathering at the Industry Summit Forum. I bumped into many of my old suppliers whom I had worked with in the past.

Her face was burning, and her lips were trembling. “So what if I did all that? What if I did everything I could to bear you a child?” she retorted, her voice shaking from the effort even as she lowered her volume. “That was all in the past. That was three years ago! I’ve been punished for it for so many years! Isn’t it enough? Aren’t I allowed to regret it all?” “Regret?!” Brendan’s eyes were mired with desolation. “How dare you regret any of that!?”

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.

Almost. “I keep thinking about the mornings,” he said. “The coffee. The way she used to leave notes on the fridge when she leaves home early. Little things. ‘Don’t forget to eat.’ ‘I watered the plant.’ I used to roll my eyes at them. Now I’d give anything to find one of those notes again.” Nurse Iva nodded once. “Regret is heavy, it doesn’t consume you when you expect it. Sometimes it waits until everything else is stripped away.”