Regrets Crossword Clue Novels & Stories

"Mom, you and Dad failed as parents. I'm just glad I wasn't raised by you and that I didn't end up like William. And forgiveness? That's not happening. "What really killed me was your indifference. If I had the choice, I'd wish I'd never been your child. But I won't let you die." I pressed my hand to her forehead and pulled away. "You'll live and spend the rest of your life drowning in guilt and regret." … I was sitting by the hospital window when Mom suddenly jolted awake. She ripped out her IV line and lurched off the bed, her face streaked with tears as she cried my name.

She… she really did it. With a flare of fury, I hurled my copy of the certificate into the trash. “Scarlett Taylor!” I roared, my voice shaking with rage. “Let’s see how long you can play it tough. You will regret this. I swear it.” Without even turning her head, she replied: “The only thing I regret in my life… was marrying you.” She flagged down a cab, got in, and disappeared without a single glance back. Cold. Sharp. Final.

"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."

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

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…"

"And now, haven't you lose me now?" "We can always make things right again. Please, just give me one more chance to make you the happiest person you've always dreamt of. I am okay even if we don't have sex. Just one more chance. I regretted everything, I have always been living in regret also. I was happy I saw you the other day. I was happy I can finally make things right even though I can't give back what you have lost." "You regretted but you couldn't search for me. Instead, you ran off to the states, you –"

Fijii laughed. I sip on the wine. My one year exploration has resulted to a great one. "So what's it called then?" "Vino E Rimpianto" Wine and Regret in italian language. While you are sipping on it, I am also asking myself the what ifs and also did you really love me on that months VJ.

"Lena, I regret it so much. If I'd spoken up earlier about the rope, would Chloe still be alive?" "Maybe." "Would you have pulled her?" "Maybe." She cried even harder. I hung up. Did regret help? In my last life, I regretted things too. I regretted ever sharing a dorm with them. I regretted agreeing to go to Eagle's Beak Cliff. I regretted not dying sooner. But regret was useless. Dead was dead. Those still alive could only keep living. The train arrived. I boarded, found my window seat, and sat down.

Every time I looked at it I remembered: I chose this. *March.* It was spring. The Miller Foundation launched its first 3 houses. For women leaving abusive situations. I cut the ribbon myself. A reporter asked: “Ms. Miller, is it true you’re engaged?” I looked at Ethan in the crowd. “Yes,” I said. “To the best man I know.” Camera Flashes. That night we celebrated with pizza on the floor. “Do you ever regret it?” Ethan asked. “Saying yes so fast?” “No,” I said. “Do you?”

“What is wrong with you?” Her voice was sharp now. “No room for regret here.” She pointed at the money. “Have you forgotten something?” “Girl, nobody is coming to save you.” Her words landed hard. “No One!” “Not your parents.” “Not your school.” “Not the government.” “No one.” She leaned closer. “So what exactly are you regretting?” “This money can literally fix your problems.” She shook her head.“But you can’t keep doing this forever, Chloe.” “You can’t keep being full of regrets”.