She Regrets Losing You Novels & Stories

The pain of losing her beloved son intensified as she pondered her own complicity, her trust misplaced in someone she had believed to be a kindred spirit. Regret washed over Susan, each wave crashing against her shattered soul. The enormity of her loss consumed her, leaving her questioning her own judgment and the choices she had made. How could she have been so blind? How could she have placed her trust in someone who turned out to be a harbinger of pain and destruction?

“I don’t regret Caleb, but I do regret not knowing the truth sooner. I regret how much it hurt thinking you’d just given up on me.” My chest tightens, and I reach out, my hand hovering near hers before I stop myself. “I didn’t give up on ya. Not for a second. But I can’t take back the pain I caused. All I can do now is try to fix it.” She looks at me, her eyes shimmerin' with unshed tears. “And what if it’s too late to fix it?” Her voice is a broken whisper, and it feels like a dagger to my heart.

Not about the moments—the glances, the silences, the unspoken resentment—that had begun to pull them closer even as it tore them apart. “I don’t hate you, George,” she said, surprising even herself. He turned back to her slowly. “You don’t?” “I pity you,” she said softly. “Because you don’t even see what you’re losing.” His voice was hollow. “What am I losing?” “Something real. Something honest.” She moved toward the door, but he called after her. “Luna.” She stopped. His next words were quiet. “I don’t know how to fix this.”

“I should’ve fought for you. And seeing you here tonight—seeing what you’ve become—I realize how much I lost.” Rachel listened without interrupting, her expression unreadable. Marissa’s smile faltered. “Bryce, are you aware that you're saying this in front of your fiance?” she warned softly. Rachel finally spoke. “Well, you didn't lose me, Bryce. You just left me alone, lost in a dark world.” she said. Bryce flinched. “And I found myself,” she added. “Without you.” Bryce swallowed hard. Regret surging in his chest.

Avoiding his eyes became a daunting task, yet there existed an odd solace in baring her soul. To Shane, she whispered through tears, "I'm sorry, Shane... genuinely sorry. I sacrificed my friendship for my own selfish desires. It wasn't my intention, but somehow, the path I chose unfolded this way." Her confession hung in the air, accompanied by the weight of regret, as she grappled with the poignant repercussions of her actions.

In that moment, the room was filled with a complex tapestry of emotions – guilt, regret, resentment, and a profound sense of loss. Clayton watched her, his heart breaking with the knowledge that he could have prevented this. If he hadn't been so adamant she was lying. If he could have stopped for a moment and realised how much he had to lose. She could have been whole. But she wasn't, and she never would be again and it was all his fault.

She said quietly, before looking down at her feet, a blush of embarrassment crossing her face. “You missing the guy who met his fated mate I guess?” I asked, and at my words I saw the pain across her face. I know my guess was likely right. “I don’t think there would be any shame in that. Especially if you guys were close. It is like losing someone, right? Losing a link that was there, and now it feels like it is lost?” I suggested how I saw it, though it pains me to admit, I hate the thought of her being close to another guy…

No reaction whatsoever from her. “I don't ever regret ever being friends with you. You did what you did, and it can’t be helped, but when next you have a friend I hope you would at least be honest about your feelings”. I said, pushing back any emotions that came to the surface. Losing a loved one could make one lose their sense of reasoning, that I understood well enough. It was the best I could do for her, after her betrayal. Her grief had pushed her beyond limit. I wish she could say something about what she did, and even when I turned away, she didn’t. I really hoped she would be fine, wherever she finds herself outside of Redmoon. I could only wish that for her.

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 really regret not standing with Curtis back then, and he's gone now… I can't even apologize to him." Losing control of herself right then, she burst into audible tears as she recalled all the things she had done back then as well as her present awkward situation. She was as regretful as she was ashamed, and most of all, utterly miserable. Charlie could see that it was no act—that at least she was earnest about her regret. And realizing one's mistake was always a huge step forward. Charlie sighed and glanced beside Carmen's saucer, asking, "Where's the butter knife?" "Butter knife?"