Novel & Cerita Risking Is Better Than Regretting

“Thanks for lying for me.” “Lying isn’t the hard part, Bren,” Declan said wearily. “What I don’t understand is why you are seeing her as Brendan after deciding to start all over again. Do you know how risky this whole thing is? Nobody can act as two different men at the same time! Does it ever occur to you that something grave might happen?” “I…” Brendan laughed self-deprecatingly. “Sure. Laugh at me. Call me stupid. But I… I want to use this one last chance to stay with Dee as Brendan. One last time.”

It's just late and you have to rethink what the fuck you're doing wrong that all those things that you vetoed doing when you had the chance, you didn't. And I learned. Unfortunately that taught me to try to do something else when I felt that strong pain in my chest again. This time the opportunity to steal a moment from fate would involve giving up Black and exposing him to who knows what would go through the plans of such a horrible, so ruthless person. "It's an animal." It's him. Or it's me. And my family. After all, life is about making choices. Of some...you can regret it for life. “I hope you don't mind traveling accompanied.”

Not heavy. Not pressing. Present. Lyra leaned back slightly, letting the quiet exist without filling it. And then she saw it clearly. For years, risk had meant something precise. Loss of control. Exposure. Failure that carried consequences beyond herself. Something to anticipate. Something to counter. Something to survive. This was different. This risk did not threaten to take something from her. It asked her to stay. To remain present without authority. To allow connection without leverage. To want without justification. That made it more dangerous.

"About how much I love him. How much I need him." "That's not a bad thing." "Isn't it? Needing someone this much... it makes you vulnerable." "It makes you human." "I used to think I was better off alone. Safer." "And now?" "Now I know I'd rather risk everything for one day with him than play it safe for a lifetime without him." "That sounds like your answer right there." "What do you mean?" "You're worried about losing him. But you've already decided he's worth the risk. So instead of focusing on what might happen, focus on what you have right now."

"If that's your decision, then I won't stop you. But don't say I didn't warn you." I knew he was right. This was a risky and absolutely reckless move. But the thought of walking away, of letting go of the last piece of my past, was more painful than any potential loss. I had to try. It’s better to try with all your power and fail, than to do nothing at all and live in regret for the things you could have achieved if you had at least made an effort to try. ~~~~~~~~~

She remembered this rule vividly because it was one of the most bizarre. "I know, Praewa! But it might be the only way out!" Boom replied impatiently. "Are we going to wait for these crazy rules to take us out one by one?!" He believed in his own instincts and wasn't afraid to take a risk. "Listen! It's just like business. Every opportunity comes with a risk. But if you don't take the risk, you'll never profit! This is the same. If we don't take a risk, we'll never have a chance to survive!" Boom said, quoting his personal mantra, as if to instill confidence in himself.

"Best, if I were you. I would have had sex with him at the back alley. Anyway it's up to you. It’s your life. I will support you with whatever you want. Do what you think is best for." "I know. Thanks best." I embraced her tightly. I made up my mind that moment. I decided to take the risk. I got tired of playing it safe. I mean we only get to live once. Nice people are often pushed over and for once I'm tired of it. People change and that's what I'll do. No regrets...

"People don't make their best decisions when they're comfortable. They make them when they're off balance." Something shifted in his expression, just a fraction, but I saw it. Interest. "Off balance can be risky," he said, closing the folder. "Only if you don't know where they'll land," I countered. For a second, it was just the two of us and the steady hum of the city outside his window. Then he leaned back, studying me like a puzzle he intended to solve. "I'll give you room to run with this," he said finally. "But if it fails—"

"This is so upsetting. He's hurt, yet I can't even talk to him. And the thing is, I'm scared to continue this relationship. I lost my pregnancy now, what else will happen in the future?" She tapped me, and I looked at her. She smiled. Smiled heartily. "You never can tell what'll happen, if you don't attempt to take the risk. Forget about what would happen. Face the present, and fight this together. If you don't make the good choice now, you'll live with regrets for a long time. He might change from being a good man, which would be because of you" My eyebrows knitted, I squeezed my face, owing to how worried I was. "I really don't know what to do. A part of me wants him, the other part wants

I let the silence stretch for a beat, then continued. “But here’s the thing, sir. Sometimes it’s not about forever. Sometimes it’s about right now. And you may be wondering. Is it worth the risk? My answer is yes. It’s about choosing to feel that rush, that certainty, that stupid, beautiful high of being completely seen and completely wanted by someone. I’d rather chase that even if it might crash and burn later than spend my life wondering what it feels like. I’d rather have the memories of being in love with someone, and where waking up next to him made everything else bearable, than live safely on the sidelines just because I was afraid of the ending.”