Novel & Cerita When I Disappeared, He Regretted It

When he looked back up, his eyes were wide open and vulnerable in a way I had never seen. “Twelve years,” he said. The air felt like it was sucked right out of my lungs. I had suspected it, but hearing him actually say it felt like the floor was falling away beneath me. “You were just words on a screen,” I whispered. “A name. A voice that made me feel... okay. And then you just disappeared.” “I didn’t disappear,” he said quietly. “I erased you.” That hurt. It was a sharp, stinging pain. “Why?” I asked. Deep down, I think I already knew.

Dropping my keys, I sank back into my chair with another sigh. Three years now… sighing was all I seemed to do. Three years since she walked away from me, leaving me a shell of who I used to be. I didn’t even know how I had turned into this. When I discovered Rose hadn’t died in that accident, I’d spared no expense. I hired the best detectives, poured out fortunes, and searched across countries. Yet not a single trace of her could be found. Every day felt hard, and though I knew I should give up the search, I couldn’t bring myself to stop.

I cried in a loud voice and for the first time I regretted every step I took, I regretted pushing him away, I regretted not spending quality time with him. I regretted not listen to Tanya, I would have enjoy my time with him until the last day but today Frank was gone and gone forever. I scream my lungs out. Everyone was looking at me confusedly except for Arturo, he came squatted before me telling me that Frank was alive but I did not accept it. I told him he was saying those words so that I would feel pain any longer but it is not going to work besides Frank has gone leaving me alone on this planet.

His every move and expression told me he saw me as something delicate—something set to break if a particularly forceful gust of wind were to blow in my direction. The indignation that set his eyes ablaze was now tempered by concern as he looked on at me. I could see him replaying the last moments we’d shared before his disappearance. It was there in the way his brows creased and unmistakable as grief and remorse overtook him. I wouldn’t fall for it. Everyone was always sorry about something; it didn’t make them any better off for such generic feelings. There was every chance his remorse stemmed from his inability to convince my mother that Matt should come with us. It was an easier belief th

I got a strange feeling that might be putting on an act the day they said I was welcome to be a part of their family. Once he realized I didn't have the intention of talking further, he left again. I looked at his frail back, his steps were that of a tired man. Within these few days, he had lost weight, he didn't look alright. Maybe he truly regretted his action. But regret or no regrets, it was too late.

The statement immediately captured her attention. Because regret had shaped so much of their lives. Adrian continued. “For years I regretted losing control.” A pause. “Then I regretted being wrong.” Another pause. His expression softened. “Now I regret wasting time.” The honesty felt profound. Because it reached the heart of everything. Time. The one thing nobody could recover. The one thing nobody could replace. Years lost. Conversations missed. Memories never created. Interesting. Very interesting. Ava understood exactly what he meant.

“I do not even know what to think.” “You do not have to know tonight.” “You hid this from me. All of it. I know we were not exactly in love at first, but what about later? Why didn't you mention it as time went on? You should've said something…” He flinches. “I know,” he whispers. “And I regret it more than anything I have ever done.” “Regret,” I repeat with a humorless smile. “That is what my father had too.” He looks confused. “What do you mean?”

“Don’t start with cheap lines, Adrian. I’ve suffered enough from you. You have no idea what it feels like to be sidelined, belittled, treated like a shadow behind your success.” “I do know!” Adrian’s voice cracked as his emotion broke through. “Because I was blind! I crushed your worth, I wounded the one person who gave me everything. And I’ve regretted it every second since you left.” Rosemary clenched her fists, struggling to hold back tears. “You regret it now because you need me to save your business—not because you truly love me.”

Emily. My life has never been more miserable than it is now, I had thought I had it all. That getting Gwen’s property was my best plan, I had thought I would get away with it but I was wrong. I started regretting my decisions the day after Ian left, I haven’t seen him since then and he hasn’t bothered to come visit either. I kept telling myself that I should not have done what I did, I shouldn’t have taken Jason out of his house that day. I should have closed my eyes to the past—to how he treated me and then moved on with him.

The plane that sank in the high seas disappeared somewhere. Hurt? Of course. It really hurts. Until it feels like he can't get back up. It is the biggest regret of his life. Because he hasn't had time to confess his feelings to Kamila. So if Haidar says he doesn't know what he's feeling, Haidar is wrong. Keanu had felt it even more painful. The regret was much more painful.