She Will Regret Losing You Novels & Stories

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.

, Stephan screamed. He threw me back on floor and walked on my palm as he left the room. He was definitey frsutrated because he didn't gain what he wanted. Fear and grief in my eyes are long lost and about snatching something from me.... I have nothing to lose. However, there is one thing I am losing, my respect. I am not a gold digger. Stephan loved me too. It is a pity to see him walking on his father's path. I got up and went to the washroom. i switched the shower on and stood under it. The water drops washed my head dripping the blood off kissing my bruises making them burn a little.

Something had stood here, long since reclaimed. She felt it before she understood it: grief, very old, not aimed at anything still living. It was the weight of loss felt so many times by so many people it had stopped being personal and become geographical. The accumulated emotional residue of everything that had ended there: people leaving, people dying, fires going out. None of it was hers. All of it was, suddenly, in her. "Stop," she said.

she said as she stood up. "Listen, child. I know how it feels deeply regret what you should have done a long time ago." She said, her voice laced with bitterness. "My story is similar to yours, you know? My stupid pride prevented me from admitting the fact that I couldn't live without him and then I ended up losing him." Her voice was breaking, "In the worst possible way. By the time I made up my mind to tell him how I felt, it was too late. I live every day in regret, wishing I could turn back time."

He said he wanted to keep the photos in his wallet so that he could show off his beautiful wife to everyone. I was smiling brightly in the photo. But Alexander's eyes were red as he turned to look at my parents. He gave them a sad, apologetic smile and said, "I've transferred the marital home to you. Nothing I do will ever make up for what Izzy had endured, and I'm sorry for taking your precious daughter away from you. "I have nothing to give you to atone for my mistakes. I can only hope that I'll get to see Izzy again in the afterlife."

Her voice began to break. “B—” Anger was taking over my very core. She interrupted, her eyes wide but still fixed on me. “I regret the day I first met you at the café. I regret the day my heart first leaped for you. I regret signing that contract. I regret every moment I ever wished to be in your arms.” Her words dragged me to the depths of hell. “I hate you. And I can never love a monster like you.” Her chest heaved. I finally discerned the feeling—it was fear of losing her.

She muttered as she wiped her tears. " You don't even wanna look at me " She muttered sadly. " It really feels like I'm the one losing here " She muttered sadly. T B C

“Micheal, I can't… I can't lose you again. I finally found you, I-I, I've missed you so much Micheal. Please come back with me, please.” “Dammit,” He turned to leave again but she ran up to his front, spreading out her arms with her tears now falling down her face. “I'm sorry, Micheal. I promise I'll... I'll be better, I'll be better to you Micheal. All the years I lost you and I couldn't help but regret how I was never good to you. I wished I had done better and I never stopped searching for you. I-I really…” Her words broke down from her tears.

She bit her lower lip and glared at the culprit behind it all. "Matthew, you will also become a cripple." Keeping her eyes on him, she suddenly laughed very softly. "You will break both your legs and become crippled. Then, you'll slowly lose everything you have. Mark my words."

I know her capabilities and I'm going to use it to my advantage. I can't wait for her to come back to Italy next month for my mama's birthday. I need her to be present and celebrate with us—one of the deaths her grandfather caused…… the scenes of her burning alive are still green in my memory. Some minutes later the limo pulled to a stop and I realised we had reached the airport.