Too Late For Regret Novels & Stories

He said and his grip on my hands loosened a bit. “I agree that it took me a long time to stop being an asshole, a godless crook. It took me a long time to realize that you’re the best thing that has ever happened to me. But now that I’ve finally realized it…” He let go of my hands and slowly went down on his knees. I watched him in confusion, wondering what he was doing and then I noticed his eyes were misty. He was about to cry. “… I want you to know that I regret ever rejecting you.” He said. “I regret ever neglecting your love. I regret ever yelling at you and tormenting you.” He was already shedding tears now and seeing him this way touched me in a deep way.

“ I thought that I would let you be and keep to myself but I realise now that it was a mistake. I should have confronted you about the welcome party you threw for her when you said you were going to attend a gala. I was an idiot for believing whatever you say. In a sense, this is my fault. I didn't even mention that I wasn't feeling well and I missed my parents. In case you forgot, my parents died. They have been gone for a long time and this is where they are buried. That is why I came here to visit them. I'm not some crazy stalker like you think but yeah, you can think whatever. I don't care anymore. You can continue taking care of Anna. She matters more to you than I do.” I lost my compos

I recalled the photo that had become yellowed with age and had been moved to a miserable corner of the photo wall. In an emotionless voice, I said, "I burned it the day I came back home. You asked too late." I looked at her. In her eyes, I saw disappointment, pain, and regret. After standing there silently for two minutes, she turned and made her way down the steps. Her slender figure quickly disappeared into the night. I knew we would never see each other again. But what I didn't expect was that it would be the last time I would ever see her.

he says gruffly. “It’s called expressing your emotions. Since you only seem to be familiar with anger or lust, allow me to introduce you to sadness. You’d need a heart to feel that, so I don’t expect you to understand.” “Remember, this was your deal. Too late for regrets.” I glare up at him as fiercely as I can manage. “It's never too late to regret something. That's the definition of regret—changing your mind when it's too late!” “Don't get cute with me. And don't even think about running away. I will catch you.”

“You’re such a terrible liar. How many people in this city have a hundred million in cash? Who do you think you’re fooling?” I held back my anger. “Give me ten minutes. If the money doesn’t arrive by then, do whatever you want to me.” “Fine. Ten minutes it is.” Leo started the timer on his phone and raised his voice to the crowd, “Everyone heard that! If he doesn’t get a hundred million dollars here in ten minutes, I’ll strip him down in front of everyone as punishment.” People erupted in cheers and jeers. When I finally got my phone back, I quickly called my mom.

Five minutes later, mother’s call chased me, her voice trembling with excitement: “Darling, we all saw it! Your father said ‘It’s acceptable,’ but he locked the magazine in his desk drawer! Come home for dinner, we miss you…” Miss me? Or just want to apply a new layer of gold plating to the increasingly dull Elio signboard? I smiled and declined, citing a “project deadline.” Two years later, the phone rang again. This time it was Elena herself, her crying covering the background noise: “Rhea, Dad had a stroke! The doctor says his condition is very bad, and he keeps calling your name… ” In the past timeline, this collapse didn’t happen until years later. “Sis! I know Mom and Dad were wrong be

Whatever it is, I no longer care. “No, that’s what she told you because that’s all she knew. Yes, I was the one behind it. I was the one who planned everything, but I never intended to ruin your life. I know what I did was wrong, but I have already regretted it.” Now he regrets it, only when it’s already too late? The saying is true: “Regret always comes at the end.” People only realize the weight of their actions once they’ve already hurt someone.

I wish I changed myself for the better and made amends to the people I have hurt. Too late for regrets. Wish I felt this sooner. Too late for guilt to consume me. I should’ve said sorry, sincerely. Too late for everything. I hoped for a second chance. I closed my eyes and waited for the impact. A loud crash can be heard from this place. It happened so soon.

"Out of all this, your pain is what I regret most, and I will carry the knowledge of that hurt with me for the rest of my life, and acknowledge that I did that to you. Oh, don't get me wrong. I regret with every atom of my being what I did, regret folding to his demand, regret not finding another job, regret going to work for the company in the first place, even moving to this town. I regret so much. "But what I don't regret is every instant I spent with you. I don't regret a single moment of your sardonic wit, even when it was at my expense. You made me laugh so much and be so happy with our life together, even when we argued. I don't even regret a single tear I shed with you before today.

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to... I… I just can't believe Maria is really gone just like that," Richard said, laughing bitterly. "It's all my fault. I'm the one who ruined the good life she should have had. If I had cared more about her and treated her better… If I had been honest sooner and told her everything… Then maybe, things wouldn't have ended like this." He clenched his fists. People always said you should not wait until you lose something to regret it, but he had always believed that would never happen to him and Maria.