Remorse After Breaking Up Novels & Stories

“She had warned me, told me her concerns knowing she moved around a lot. The few months she was at school with me, I treated her the way she deserved, I had forgotten about it, waved it away until she left, one day she was just moved away and I couldn't handle it. I broke things down because I didn't know when or even if I'd still see her.” I myself remembered it while he told about it to Mitch, how I had called him crying the morning I was moved away. I myself had even grown to hope for what was between us to be more. I remembered how I cried when he broke up, how broken I had felt. The silence after Pierce's words spoke volumes, he still regretted breaking up with me. It still hurt him as

"I beg you, give me one more chance. I will make up for all the mistakes I made. You may not believe it, but you can ask people, especially Ramya. Am I the same as before? Do I still like playing with women's feelings? As long as you Abroad, I survived with Sharmila. From there I learned how to control myself. Not be selfish and play with people's feelings." "Then why did you guys break up?" "Because she's not right for me. It's not that I'm comparing you two, but I realized that you're much better. One thing I've learned is that I can only appreciate something when it leaves me." "That means you still haven't changed, still playing with women's feelings! I can feel how hurt Sharmila was whe

Unravelling completely. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean it. Don’t hate me…. I didn’t mean it, I didn’t.” I sound like a broken child, vulnerable and small, wiping my face clumsily with the back of my knuckles, and crying when I see more blood smeared across them. Unable to face what I’ve done to him and breaking my heart at the same time. So much remorse washing through me, shame, regret at everything I’ve done.

He could not believe how I had struggled through sickness alone, waiting for a wedding day that would never come, until my heart was so broken I had to leave. Then, as a spirit, I found it hard to remember that pain. It did not seem to matter anymore. However, Becky was still trying to say she was sorry, her tears falling fast. "I'm sorry, Ellison. I didn't mean to... I just loved you so much, I wanted you to stay with me," she sobbed. However, Ellison was not moved by her tears this time. Right then, Mom and Dad came home. Becky ran to them, hoping they would help her.

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.

Then, I left Brightshire behind and moved abroad, studying and working part-time to make a living. Everyone praised me for putting justice above family loyalty, saying I dared to let go of the Rutherfurds' legacy. I just smiled faintly in response, never returning to that place of heartbreak again.

"Are panic attacks normal for you?" I took the glass of wine and gulped it. "No. That was a first. The girl looked like—," "Sarah," he said. "Yes," I whispered. "I can't do this. I can't forget it." Remy walked around to me, sinking down on bended knees, he said, "You don't have to forget, Jane. You have to move on and forgive yourself once and for all." "What if I don't feel like I deserve to move on?

“I caused you pain, humiliation and disgrace. I have no excuse to give, I wronged you badly. I fucked up, I messed up. I feel ashamed recalling everything that transpired between us. I'm not asking you to forgive me, I just want you to let go and move on with your life. Forget everything that happened…” “How the heck do you think I'll forget when the internet never forgets!” I cried, my voice was raspy and I choked to hold back my cries but it was all to no avail, I was broken. I wanted to hit him, I wanted to humiliate him the way he did to me. Liam walked up to me and pulled me into his embrace.

Three Years Later Calista’s POV The first thing I learned after leaving Gerald was that heartbreak did not kill me. It tried. There were days when getting out of bed felt like dragging myself through wet cement. Days when I would wake up and forget for a few precious seconds that I was no longer Mrs. Deneuve, only to remember everything all over again. There were nights I stared at the ceiling until sunrise because my mind refused to stop replaying that day. The divorce papers.

My whole body trembled in anger, "You cheated on me first." "So? I told you it was a mistake, we could have gotten back but no, you had to spread your legs for some other man." Justin screamed before sushing himself at once when he remembered that there were guests in the house. He touched his temple and said, "You know what, I no longer regret breaking up with you! I hope you rot in hell with that bastard, he is just gonna toss you after he is done using you anyways." The man did not stay there any longer and stormed off, leaving me devastated. I leaned against the door behind me and dropped on the floor. His words rang in my ears, even though he said those out of anger, was he wrong?