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Regret was the worst. Regret was sour and bitter, and it tasted so close to the truth I had to fight sinking into it. I want to undo this. To make it right. But I have no idea how. I don't seem to know how to open up to people without getting the door slammed in my face. I wanted to tell him everything, maybe if I'd been able to, we could have lived differently, maybe I'd be there with you now instead of here. Maybe... if I'd said, 'I'm so afraid of losing something I love that I refuse to love anything,' maybe that would have made the impossible possible. Maybe, but I couldn't do it, I had buried too much too deeply inside me. And here I am, instead of there. And some part of me has never q

Regret washes over his face, etching lines of sorrow and remorse. "You're right, Nora. You were never meant to be caught in the crossfire of our rivalry," Jay admits, his voice filled with regret. "I should have protected you, shielded you from the pain and the choices that were forced upon you." Nora gazes at him, her eyes filled with a mixture of sadness and longing. The regret in Jay's expression mirrors the tumultuous emotions swirling within her own heart. "I never wanted any of this," Nora whispers, her voice barely audible. "I never wanted to be a pawn in your family's feud. I just wanted to live my own life, make my own choices."

He spoke with a deep sense of regret and sadness in his voice. “I am truly sorry,” he said, his words carrying the weight of his remorse. “I failed to consider your perspective, and I deeply regret that.”

I say, as I try to hug her. "Don't say you're sorry! You're not sorry!" She shakes her head. “Trust me, you are going to regret this for the rest of your life."

I sigh, folding my arms against my chest. "Gosh how do I say this?" He mutters quietly to himself, taking in a deep breath. "Emily, I'm sorry. I know things didn't turn out well between us but I assure you I regret everything and did and also I regret everything I said to you that day. I miss you... I miss us" He says with regret in his eyes. "There is no us Jace,never was and never will be" I tell him. "Yeah, I know you're still mad at me.." He pauses,

“Mom, I'm so lost and heartbroken without you; it's unfair that he took you away, and I'm reliving that pain.” “I deeply regret that our time together ended prematurely, and I apologize for abandoning you and your brother to endure the suffering that followed your father's decision to sell you. Overwhelmed and suffering, I ended my life; a cowardly act I deeply regret. I hope you can forgive me someday.” “Mom, it's understandable you're hurt; I've missed you so much and want you here with me.”

her friend groan like she's imagining something, then she throws a pillow on her again. "You bitch stop imagining that monster! you'll regret it if you'll going to have s*x with her!" her friend laughs, "You don't even regret Brittany!" she gives her friend a middle finger sign, how can she regret that is it her mission? so regret is not on her words right now, but on the other hand, she realizes she didn't even regret it really as she likes it, then she's gonna poke on her tthoughts'sthe hell is happening to her thoughts anyway?.

On the day of our engagement party, my fiancée showed up with her ex-boyfriend in matching outfits. Then she took the microphone and made a very public declaration. "Lance, even if I'm engaged, my heart will always belong to you." Every head in the room turned my way, and it was obvious they were all enjoying the show. I calmly slipped off my suit jacket and gave a small smile. "Well, the stage is already set. Why not make this your engagement party instead?"

I just …. “ Are you thinking about her?" He asked, stopping his joke when he saw I wasn't laughing. I swallowed a painful lump. “ I'm just thinking….” I said. He hummed “ I see ... you're regretting all your decisions and actions.” Another wave of depressing thoughts hit me.“It's my fault anyway ... .Maybe I should have moved on a long time ago. Even if I get her back … it doesn't change the past, and if she remembers, then she'll still hate me.”

“Just give me a chance to make it up to you.” I looked him in the eye and said, “Do you know what regret really is? It’s realizing you have permanently lost the chance to make things right. My father is gone. The best years of my life are gone. My health is gone. What could you possibly offer to make up for any of it?”