Regrets Collect Like Old Friends Novels & Stories

He read about how I researched cooking the best foods to nourish them back to health, only for them to complain about how disgusting it was… Ever since I rescued them, all my grievances had finally come to light. Raffaello dug his nails into his palms as if trying to punish himself. His palms started bleeding, but he insisted on finishing my diary. When he finished the last page, he finally broke down, sobbing, "I was wrong, Grace! Oh so wrong! I… I can't even do anything, it's all too late!" No matter how much he regretted it, I was gone. I could no longer come back. I could no longer pull him into my arms and gently pat his back to console him. There was never going to be another Grace in

Gone. A new kind of terror, sharp and personal, lances through the primordial soup of my pain. No. Not him. Not like this. We were supposed to be anchors. Steady. Together. This thing, this First Regret, it doesn’t want to be soothed. It wants to be shared. It wants company in its infinite, billion-year loneliness. It will take our minds and hollow us out, leave us as permanent, screaming monuments to everything that ever went wrong. A garden of statues, forever weeping.

"You're never letting me forget that, are you?" "No." "Good." He wrapped his arms around her. "Because I don't want to." The sun disappeared completely. The sky turned dark. The first stars appeared. Chloe looked toward the horizon. "Do you regret anything?" Marcus thought for a long moment. "Yes." "Like what?" "The years we lost." She nodded. "Me too." "But I don't want to spend the rest of my life regretting them." He looked at her. "I want to spend it making new memories."

A lifetime was a long time. Long enough to make mistakes. Long enough to lose people. Long enough to wonder what might have been. But when I looked at the man beside me... my answer came easily. "No." He looked at me. "None?" I smiled. "I've had difficult days." "I've cried." "I've been angry." "I've been afraid." "I've lost people I loved." "But regrets?" I intertwined my fingers with his. "Never where you are concerned." His eyes glistened. "I was never the easiest man to love."

'Dear Ace, I went through an old picture album recently and found myself reminiscing about the past, which isn’t like me. I've always believed there was no point in looking back to regret or to ponder on what could have been. Yet, I have so much regret, so much I wish I had taken the time to reflect on. I realize now that none of the things I’ve accomplished were truly my dreams, but rather, they were things I thought would earn me the love and acceptance from my father. I thought I could live with myself even after I hurt so many people, even when I hurt you and broke your heart…' A single tear falls from my eyes, making me aware of the wetness in my eyes and the heaviness in my chest. I do

Before leaving, I sent Leo one final message. "Alpha Leo, Cayden and I are gone. I wish you happiness in your new life. Goodbye forever." Then, I deactivated my number and sank my phone to the bottom of the lake. … Meanwhile, Leo, who was still in the middle of the ceremony, felt a sharp pain in his heart. His eyes fixed on the message, and a terrible feeling crept into his mind. He called me over and over again, but all he heard was the cold, endless busy tone.

OV No one knows how but everyone has things that they regret. Some regret not treasuring what they had, but they realize too late that what they had was precious. Some regret unsaid thoughts and words when they had the opportunity to say them. Others regret not being courageous enough to take risks. Hamdan was no exception. He had a lot of regrets. He regretted being selfish, he regretted not trusting his beloved wife, he regretted driving her away yet his biggest regret was not being there for his wife. The last call she made to him was like a wakeup call to his selfish self.

"You can't hold me out of my will. You can't do that!" Henry chuckled. "Watch me." He simply waved at Martins and Lauren was dragged now towards the guest room. “Diana will never come back to you!” she shouted over her shoulder as she was pulled away. “Never!” Her laughter echoed down the hallway until the door shut behind them. Silence fell heavily over the living room. Henry stood there for a moment, breathing hard. Then the anger drained out of him, leaving something much worse behind. Regret. He exhaled slowly and sank back into the couch. His elbows rested on his knees as he stared down at the floor.

The way his fingers flexed against his thigh, as if holding back something unspeakable. Regret. I could see it creeping in, settling heavily on his shoulders. He was mourning the years he had lost, the moments he had missed. I wished there was something, anything I could do. But time doesn’t pause, doesn’t rewind. No matter how much we wish to hold on, it always slips through our fingers.

Not having the closer, living in hope to see them one day is similar to a living hell. “I regret everything I should have done for you, Ari. I regret the time we would have spent together. I regret not telling you how I feel about you, Mi Amore. Please, come back to me. I can’t do this anymore. It is killing me every day that I spend without you.” I whispered staring at her photos in my phone. I regret not taking a photo with her. She requested me with so much hope, I disappointed her.