Survivor's Remorse Meaning Novels & Stories

She would be believed. Running helped her clear her mind a little but she didn’t think that she would get over what happened between her and Negan. She had killed him and that was something that she couldn’t recover from. She had seen Kara dead and she thought that was the worst thing that she could see, but with him she was looking at someone she had killed with her bare hands. She was the reason why he bled. She had never hurt anyone before. It certainly wasn’t easy. She didn’t know how some wolves could kill so easily. The feeling of remorse she felt was immense even though she did it to save herself. But she was guilty of some things, she couldn’t deny that. If she had left, no such thin

Remembered in the heat of a life-or-death moment. He looked at Liora, his eyes haunted. “It was Kael,” he breathed, his voice trembling. “He’s the one who gave me this scar, I remembered. I had to… to save myself, I had to remember.” The Remnant, who had observed the entire fight without moving, spoke from the shadows. “The body often remembers what the mind lets go, trauma is a powerful anchor. You reclaimed a piece of yourself, Anchor, but you paid for it in blood.”

There’s also an undercurrent of remorse in the nightmares; remorse at an irreversible mistake and apprehension about having to pay for it far beyond human capacity. Of course I’ve done many other stupid things in life, bringing harm to myself and sometimes to others, but everything just pales in comparison to this. It’s like what the Grim Reaper himself said: all a “creature” can do is face the consequences of its errors. Still, I can’t help wondering how different things might've been had I not died when I did. Having lived in a predominantly Catholic country, I’ve been preached at, laden with guilt and warned of a realm that arranges the eternal punishment of the wicked. But who could've t

I want to forgive and I think maybe I have but the problem is forgetting, I can't forget no matter what I tried and when I think I am alright and that I have finally moved past it, the memories assault me and I am then back to square one, bitter and angry. I always wonder if he ever felt remorse for what he did if he even felt a tiny bit of guilt. Do such people have a consciousness? Do they honestly feel bad for their actions, do they feel bad for hurting other people, for breaking their hearts and just maybe fracturing their souls in the process? I don't know how many times I've said it since I came back to school, but I need to stay away from Liam and that's exactly what I will do because

I saw the pain in his eyes as we sat in silence for what felt like ages, just absorbing everything. The thing with Aiden was he carried around a complete load of remorse with him. He regretted not being there to protect his mate and unborn child, he felt disgraced for deserting his pack so he could grieve. The stigma haunted him for wanting to love again. He was ashamed because he found it, and now he felt guilty because he was happy. Aiden’s lips moved as if he struggled to find the right words. The frown on his face was a clear sign that his thoughts were plaguing him.

"You knew that it was not true.. that all those discouraging thoughts were only caused by your worst condition.." "But those evils surrounding me were stronger than my sane mind.." Dave, still avoiding meeting eyes with the old woman, rose up from sitting and stood by the glass wall fence at the balcony. "I fell totally deep in the pit of misery. And because I was trapped in that torment, I became even worse.." Tears visibly formed in his eyes. "I wished that Jeremy would also suffer terribly and miserably, like me.. With that desire, I intentionally hurt and caused him so much pain, no longer thinking about the decisions he had made out of selflessness. While he was hurting because of me, I

This time, it was two lives that were taken because of me! "You should not feel any remorse,” He said as if he'd already read what was going on in my mind, "They deserved it. Some revenge is like burdens, if you don't seek them, they are stuck with you forever and you can never find a way out of that pitfall." He began slowly pulling away.

But all I felt was the sharp, residual ache of the past—the nights I spent alone, the humiliation of his betrayal. "That will never happen," I said coldly.

Pure, overwhelming guilt that threatened to drag me down into the gray forever. "I'm sorry." The words came out broken. "I'm so sorry." The closest wolf, a young male I'd killed during the rescue mission, stepped forward. His eyes weren't angry. They were sad. "We know why you did it," he said, his voice echoing strangely in the void. "We understand the pain that drove you. But understanding doesn't erase what happened." Another wolf moved closer, an older female whose throat I'd torn out at the Blackwood border. "You forgot something important, Maya. In your quest to become strong enough to survive, you forgot you were human first."