Regrets In Your Tears Novels & Stories

I couldn’t live with that same regret if it happened again with Andreas. Tears pricked at the corners of my eyes, but I refused to let them fall. I couldn’t. I was already falling apart. If I gave in to the tears, I didn’t know if I’d be able to stop. My hands shook as I gripped the edge of my chair, trying to steady myself, but it was no use. The what-ifs kept bombarding me, swirling in my mind, piling up until they were suffocating. What if I never got the chance to tell him how I felt? What if I lost him just like I lost Ashton? What if I’d waited too long to admit to myself what was really in my heart?

I snarled, tears misting in my eyes although I tried my best to hold them in. “I know… and I failed you. I had no idea… I shouldn't have… I’m sorry. I have my regrets, trust me. I’m sorry… I really am, and I would do just about anything to make it right, I swear. But you… you need to take things slow. You need to mourn and move on…” I hurled myself against him, fisting his clothes, pressing him against the door.

"I'll make you PAY, Lupiter! You hear me? I'll make sure you suffer for every day of my destroyed life! This isn't over! THIS ISN'T OVER! I WILL TAKE YOU DOWN THE GRAVE WITH ME!" They threw him back into his room. He landed hard on the floor, the impact knocking the breath from his lungs. The door slammed shut, the lock clicking into place. For a long moment, he didn't move. He just lay there, staring at the ceiling, his chest heaving. Then, slowly, the rage faded. And the regret returned and for the first time in his life, he wept. Great, heaving sobs that shook his entire body. Tears of self-pity, of regret, of a grief he couldn't quite name. He curled onto his side, pulling his knees towa

The way he'd looked at me. The way he'd kissed me. The way he'd trusted me. The way he'd loved me. Past tense. I rolled onto my side and let the tears come. I cried for what I'd lost. For what I'd destroyed. For what could never be. I cried until I had nothing left. Then I lay there in the darkness. Along with my choices. Along with my regrets. Along with the knowledge that I'd sacrificed everything for a job. And now I had nothing.

Tears streamed down his face, a silent testament to the profound grief that gripped his heart. Levi, once a pillar of strength, faced the heart-wrenching reality before him. "Sorry, he's gone," he uttered, the weight of sorrow etched in his voice. A solitary tear, a poignant teardrop, escaped Levi's eyes, marking an acknowledgment of loss and an expression of the profound emotions coursing through him.

I screamed as I tried to squat, but I couldn't even bend my knees; tears dripped down my cheeks on their accord. “Mark my words, you'll regret this,” I muttered as tears kept dripping down my cheeks.

I broke, and so do my tears. “Had I not yelled at them, had I not asked them to hurry, they would have been alive,” this is my biggest regret in life, something that I could never forgive about myself. To where I was sitting right now, I hugged my knees and buried my face, and cried all the tears left in me. Later on, I felt a warm sensation patting my shoulder, two hands rubbing both my shoulders. When I looked back, I saw them, I saw Mom and Dad, they were smiling at me, they visited me in my dreams. Tears yet again start flowing out from my eyes.

Now, I feel regret about returning here. “I'm sorry, Scarlett,” he apologized. My head shook. “I accompanied you. I disobeyed my grandfather for you because I thought you loved me, but that isn't enough…” I shook my head and looked at him. “The things we dreamed about before were just ruined because of your sins.” I bowed down and gripped my chest in pain. “I regret I went with you. And I hope I don’t break the law, and I hope my family and I are doing well now.” Laughing, “Maybe my grandfather is right, this fucking love is poisonous.” I smiled sadly at him, wiped my tears, and stood up because I wanted to rest.

He said and his grip on my hands loosened a bit. “I agree that it took me a long time to stop being an asshole, a godless crook. It took me a long time to realize that you’re the best thing that has ever happened to me. But now that I’ve finally realized it…” He let go of my hands and slowly went down on his knees. I watched him in confusion, wondering what he was doing and then I noticed his eyes were misty. He was about to cry. “… I want you to know that I regret ever rejecting you.” He said. “I regret ever neglecting your love. I regret ever yelling at you and tormenting you.” He was already shedding tears now and seeing him this way touched me in a deep way.

All the sadness and pain I saw, crushed me like a giant wave consuming every last bit of my soul. Some how amongst all the tears and gasping for the air my lungs despertaley yurned for, I was able to speak three tiny words " Ian, I'm sorry." I whsipered. His hold on me tightened as he pulled me closer, setting me onto his lap. My bedroom was drowned in heartache as Michelle and Shawns muffled cries bounced off the walls joining Ian and I in our sorrow. Time seemd to slow down in these seconds as Ian and I held each other desperately. I was afraid of what this might mean for us. Would we still be able to be friends or would jealousy rule our hearts, knowinng what we once ment to each other. W