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I didn’t want that. I started running towards the attic. I knew everything I did was ruining the plan I set for my goal but she was right; he hasn’t enough time left and I truly wanted to share memories with him. Regrets only exist to show us an alternate of our choices. What if I regretted not sharing enough time with him, not having enough memories to remember him by, getting drunk on his scent again would be refreshing.

[ IN WHICH SHE IS FOOLISH OR MIGHT HAVE COMPLETELY LOST HER MIND ] NOVEMBER'S P.O.V — If my hours spent with Jacqueline has taught me one thing, it is that — 'do not live your life with regrets'. Regrets eat you up, slowly. They devour you. They diminish you and shatter your whole being. So, I promise to live without regrets. Honestly, Jacqueline's situation isn't so different from mine. With each decision I make, I feel like I am self-destructing, leading myself closer and closer to my death.

Atleast he will drill the sentence 'not to go to far , as to never walk back in case of regret ', now look weren't you regretting but you three can't do anything! author's note : do support my other book a rose dedicated to Alpha Aiden.

“I regret holding back on everything I wanted to say and do with you, Daniel. I regret letting all those years pass us without enjoying your love or experiencing all the things you promised to give me and do for me. Yes, I regret not cuddling you at night and all those moments when I pushed you away even though I wanted you to be beside me. I regret that I rejected the flowers you sent me and the teddy bears and I feel like having you back right now so you could do them for them for me again. “I missed your warm touch and how you make me feel, and I feel like removing your trouser and having you fuck me here and now. I regret not sharing my sex fantasies with you or trying them with you. I f

he says gruffly. “It’s called expressing your emotions. Since you only seem to be familiar with anger or lust, allow me to introduce you to sadness. You’d need a heart to feel that, so I don’t expect you to understand.” “Remember, this was your deal. Too late for regrets.” I glare up at him as fiercely as I can manage. “It's never too late to regret something. That's the definition of regret—changing your mind when it's too late!” “Don't get cute with me. And don't even think about running away. I will catch you.”

I use that to propel me forward. 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 just to 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.

Adrian gets up and starts leaving. He can feel the weight of her words echoing in his mind. The bitterness in her voice cuts deep. “People forget after committing mistakes, but they definitely get the fruits of their deeds; I see only regrets in your fate.” she screamed. He knows she's right. As Adrian walks away, he can't shake off the feeling of guilt and regret that now consumes him. He knows he has hurt her deeply, and the consequences of his actions are now staring him in the face. The harsh reality of his mistakes hits him like a ton of bricks, and he realizes that he may never be able to make things right again. The words of the woman he once loved haunt him as he walks away, knowing

I heard it when I was seven years old when I saw the first dead person I'd ever seen: eyes open, blood pooling on the barn floor. In my profession, regret is easy to come by. They piled up, each sapping a man's resolve. I don't have many regrets; until now, I only had one following me. I regretted Dianna when she married my uncle Vincent. Recently, and more than that, I regret signing for Gallena. I want her twin. On my bed. Stick on the wall. Kneel.

"If this is truly your decision, then I will respect it. Remember this. No matter what happens, this will always be your home." Tears spilled over. I wrapped my arms around her. "Thank you, my Lady." As long as I severed all ties with Caspian, the tragedy of my previous life would not repeat itself. He would live long, and Valdrin and Derya would never fall into despair or hate me so deeply. This life would end well for everyone. The second regret written in Caspian's journal, his regret at failing to resist his parents' arrangement, should count as resolved as well. Should it not?

Regret. Like a memory that never fades… it only grows deeper.