She Will Regret Losing You Novels & Stories

As quickly as she saw it, it disappeared. A pain tugged at her heart making her groan. That is right. She has been through that before. She knew more than anyone what it felt like to lose everyone she loved. It was a hellish that made you feel like you were on fire and there was not even a single drop of water that would be able to douse out that fire. Just thinking about it made her tremble in rage. It was her mistake for sealing him. She should have used the last ounce of her strength to drag him to the pits of hell. She shoukd have known that her decision would come and bite her in the end. Now she regretted that decision but there was nothing as useless as regret.

Well, I’m still tearing her up and counting so you’ll have to wait for me to finish. … but alas, despite the painful loss, you would realize that making that sacrifice was worth it in the end… Ew, I think I touched her virgina from the inside…

She says firmly. “Go?” I ask her, confused. “I’m not fucking leaving your side.” “Will you regret that decision?” she asks me seriously. “What—” her words make me stumble for a moment. “Will. You. Regret. It.” she says, punctuating each word like a dagger to my chest. “I don’t know! Ok? I don’t fucking know Birdie. All I know is I will regret leaving your side.”

She gathered all her strength and knocked on the door. Colin opened and looked at her with an unreadable expression. He did not say a single word or invite her in. Her heartbeat increased, her throat became dry, she wanted to turn and run, but she composed herself and spoke. “I was wrong. I was a power-hungry, egoistic b*tch. I let my wicked ambitions lead me to a dark path and I did terrible things which I regretted badly. I sinned, I did unspeakable things, but one of my biggest regrets is losing you. I got a second chance to live now and I want to beg for your forgiveness. If after the battle, you could find in your heart even a spark of willingness to give me a second chance, we will go

—I warned you that you were going to regret it. While he looks at her from head to toe. And answers her. —What about? She, seeing the gesture he made, tries to hide her anger and naturally approaches him and whispers. —I told you that you were going to regret having treated me badly. And now it seems that you have fallen in love with this tramp. And you don't want to admit it, because of your pride, Tell me, how it feels to realize what you have lost, and how foolish it was.

"One day, you’ll regret saying this to me. You’ll regret turning me away." Cassia arched an eyebrow, amusement flickering in her eyes. "Oh, really? Then why does it seem like you’re the one regretting losing me?" she asked, her words leaving him speechless.

I opened my mouth. She held up one hand. "I am not finished," she said. "You are going to use these people. Not because I am asking you to accept charity and not because you need rescuing. Because you have seven years of lost time and I have seven years of guilt to convert into something useful and between those two things we have exactly enough momentum to make something that matters." She looked at me directly. "Your work is extraordinary. It was extraordinary at twenty two and it will be more extraordinary now because now you understand what it costs to make something and what it costs not to." She placed one hand back on the portfolio cover. "I will not watch you lose another year to a m

"You can't hold me out of my will. You can't do that!" Henry chuckled. "Watch me." He simply waved at Martins and Lauren was dragged now towards the guest room. “Diana will never come back to you!” she shouted over her shoulder as she was pulled away. “Never!” Her laughter echoed down the hallway until the door shut behind them. Silence fell heavily over the living room. Henry stood there for a moment, breathing hard. Then the anger drained out of him, leaving something much worse behind. Regret. He exhaled slowly and sank back into the couch. His elbows rested on his knees as he stared down at the floor.

I didn’t want to make her cry. « We don’t have to blame each other. I got it all back. All the memories from my past life, » she lingered on the last sentence then kept writing, « I won’t make the same mistakes and… let’s fall in love all over again but if you regret it then let’s say goodbye before things get complicated. » « I never say goodbye. That is how it always is. »

She sighs deeply and I give her what time she needs to contemplate my offer. "Is this you giving up? Deciding I'm not worth the effort?" She asks, a tear slipping down her face. Grief swells in me as I wipe that tear away. I wish for the hundredth time she could feel what I feel. She could hear my thoughts and know that I have nothing but the best intentions.