Remorse After Breaking Up Novels & Stories

Before I left, I met Ivy one last time. “Julian, I know I was wrong. Can we go back to how things were?” Standing there, heavily pregnant with teary eyes, she begged me to remarry her. Never had I ever seen her humbled herself like this before. Perhaps, she truly regretted it. Alas, it was all too late. Forcing myself to stay calm and hold my temper, I said, “You’re carrying another man’s child. How am I supposed to marry you? You don’t really think I’m foolish enough to be someone else’s fall guy, do you?”

I reminded her. "I know," she drags in a ragged breath. "Just like you, I have someone I regret leaving, the guilt was eating me alive even years after breakup. I thought I needed a break from work to get it together and I could see mom too. But coming back here and seeing how things were between you and Bella, it reminded me so much of him, you know," and then she looks at me and forced a smile that doesn't quite reach her eyes. "But I guess that's how life is, you lose some and win some," she says, her voice distant.

As her footsteps led her to the usual place, she started hesitating. “I’m sorry.” “You don’t deserve me. Sorry, but I cannot love you anymore the way we used to be.” The memories flashes back and felt like yesterday, she stood in front of the spot where the two of them broke up, tears just burst as the scenery was play to vivid. Why do I have to this same moment once again?

When everything I was wearing was on the floor, I said, "I'm ready. Come and do what you signed up for." "No, no... I can't make love to a crying lady. I'm sorry." He showed great remorse and quickly helped me put my clothes back on. He knew I was crying because of my breakup, and he gently tapped my back as he said,

I had Remon's attention now that he had turned around. "What, you're going to laugh in my face, you're going to pity me and tell me that it's my karma because I'm crazy?" He said and sat down on the floor again. I know that I have been such a jerk before, but I am trying to be better, because I don't want to get hurt, I don't want to make a mistake again, and I want everything in order. I pulled back slightly and Remon's expression. "I have IED. I found out when we broke up. When I notice that there is something on me that I cannot stop, even if I want to." I sat in front of Remon and listened to what he was saying to me.

(The promise) *•*•*•*•*•*•*•*•*•*• He suddenly felt remorseful, his anger dissipating as he realized the impact of his words. “I didn't mean that,” he said his voice filled with regret. But it was too late. The damage had been done. The words hang in the Air, a bitter reminder of the truth. Feeling a mixture of hurt and betrayal, I wiped away my tears and turned away from him.

Like, even broken like this, he was clumsily trying to hold on to something. Sometimes he'd look at me, eyes heavy with regret, and rasp, "Emily, I'm sorry..." I knew he meant it. After a brush with death, maybe some obsessions really do fade. But it was too late. My heart had already shattered—seven years of waiting, of letdowns. It broke for good that night, when he pushed me away and ran to Celine. There was no fixing it. I took care of him so I could leave clean—no guilt.

But she knew that if she did so, and knowing Dylan; he might do something worst. Meanwhile, Dylan continued with his speech. As if it was his turn now, to spit his venom! "You know what? What hurts most is when the one who broke your heart does not acknowledge that they have broken your heart. When you are not understood that your pain is real it becomes very difficult to heal. Usually, the heartbreaker does not empathize with the one they hurt. When they realize their mistakes, then it's too late! What I'm going to suggest to you all, is that you should never give someone a reason to stay when on the contrary, you want that person to go away! Never use someone's bitter past as an argument,

I started having them when I lost my baby and broke up with Lucas. I do the exercise the doctor told me to do when I get them, gently breathing going to a happy place in my head. Then I start to think if I made a mistake breaking up with Lucas again, maybe we can make things work but I know I can't. I watched my mother hurt inside whenever my half brother Wesley came around, she tried to put on a brave face for us but Wesley is still a reminder to her that the love of her life cheated on her. But then again Lucas didn't cheat on me he and I were broken up when he got together with Elaine, I still can't do it though. I'm that selfish and I have to let him be a father because I would never for

The city’s glow is enough. I think about the mother I pretended to be. The sister I destroyed. The children I made pawns on my chessboard. The father who warned me and then turned away when I didn’t listen. The man who loved the ghost of me because he never saw the corpse I really was. Maybe the worst part is that remorse doesn’t heal you. It just leaves you raw — the scab pulled off every hour until you forget what new skin feels like. I pick up my phone. Open the contacts I haven’t called in weeks.