Novel & Cerita Regretting You

“𝙸 𝚛𝚎𝚐𝚛𝚎𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝙸 𝚍𝚒𝚍𝚗'𝚝 𝚝𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚏𝚎𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜. 𝙸 𝚛𝚎𝚐𝚛𝚎𝚝 𝚌𝚑𝚘𝚘𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚜𝚎𝚎𝚖𝚎𝚍 𝚛𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚝

“Fuck you a mean ass when you get played with.” “This is not the type of mean-ass that I would like to be.” There is a word that a man like me never needs to say but it has just become a word that will be uttered for the very first time. Regret. I regret letting myself out there to get hurt. Another word a man like me thought he would never say. Hurt. These have brought me to a wave of unmistakable anger. I am angry that I am letting a women hurt me like this. She is making me regret every single thing and the moment I have shared with her.

He climbs slowly to his feet, grunting as he stretches out his back, before reaching down to pick up my plate. “Do you ever regret it?” I can’t help but ask, though I’m not even sure what I want to know. Regret life? Regret logging? He seems to understand what I mean though, as he smiles gently. “Nothing in life is ever worth regretting. You see, Lena, regret is like mold. You can scrub and scrub until it’s out of sight, but it always comes back if you let things get damp again. So, I try not to let life get damp.”

“Sora. I’m sorry. That was…wasn't meant to happen. It was a mistake.” There it was. The regret.

"Are you sure? What if you regret it later?" "Regret?" The word made me laugh. Not a joyful laugh—just a hollow one. "I’ve had enough regrets. I regretted being born into that family. I regretted being born human in a world filled with werewolves. I regretted meeting Alessandro. How many more regrets can I possibly carry?"

But with each passing moment, I realized that the damage I had inflicted upon myself and others was not so easily undone. Regret, like a relentless adversary, continued to shadow my every move. It whispered doubts and insecurities into my ear, reminding me of the pain I had caused and the irreparable damage I had wrought. I berated myself for my foolishness, for my misplaced trust in a person who had only shown me disdain.

He couldn’t give me back the birthdays I spent feeling forgotten. He couldn’t give me back the mornings I sat across from him at breakfast while he barely looked at me. He couldn’t give me back the years I spent wondering what was wrong with me. And he couldn’t undo the day he handed me divorce papers while I was carrying his child. I kept reading. ~Regret. The single word sat alone on the line. I stared at it for several seconds. Then I read the next line. ~Regret is the only thing I can do at this point.

“People are just funny like that. They don’t know how to cherish what they have, and only regret it after they lose it. “But regret doesn’t change anything. He’s already gone abroad. The apartment has been sold too. From now on, there’s nothing left between you two!”

I recalled the photo that had become yellowed with age and had been moved to a miserable corner of the photo wall. In an emotionless voice, I said, "I burned it the day I came back home. You asked too late." I looked at her. In her eyes, I saw disappointment, pain, and regret. After standing there silently for two minutes, she turned and made her way down the steps. Her slender figure quickly disappeared into the night. I knew we would never see each other again. But what I didn't expect was that it would be the last time I would ever see her.

“I gifted you that bag on your birthday. You promised me you would cherish it forever, just like you said our friendship meant everything. And now you tell your mom to throw it away like garbage? Do you hate me that much now? After everything we went through?” I scoffed loudly. “I was so foolish and stupid back then,” I said coldly. “I don’t feel anything for that anymore.”