When I Disappeared, He Regretted It Novels & Stories

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.

He asked, his tone aggressive. I honestly didn’t have time for drama, especially his, so I decided to dismiss him. “Yes, Ralph.” I affirmed. “I have to go back to being silent now.” I said and he understood that I had dismissed him. But before he left, he said, “I don’t regret anything I’ve done.” I frowned, confused by his words as he strolled away but then I sighed and waved it off. Almost immediately, Andrea crept closer and replaced him. “What was that about?” She asked me.

He is the only man that made me so damn confuse and he made my heart…drowned and now he is telling me that he would vanish? Why is he so unfair? “You would regret that you met me so I’m telling the truth now to make your head clear-“ “I don’t want the truth! I am the one who will find out the truth! Just…don’t disappear!” I shouted in irritation. Why is he kept telling me that I would regret that I met him? I don’t understand him! Why would I regret when he helped in everything? He is the reason why I found out the truth behind the tattoo. He is the reason why I keep going on in this fucking case and now he’s telling me that I would regret? Am I stupid to regret?!

My grip tightened around my keys as I scowled at him. "What are you doing here?" My voice cracked, but I masked it with anger. "Did you come to laugh at me?" He shook his head immediately. "I would never do that, Sage." I scoffed. "Right. Just like you’d never ignore me for months?" His lips pressed into a tight line, guilt flashing in his eyes. "I’m sorry," he said, voice quieter. "For everything. For disappearing, for not calling, for leaving you behind. There is no amount of apology that would make you feel better but it’s a start. I messed up and I deeply regret it.”

“No. I didn’t build this for twenty fucking years just to watch it get ripped away. Nobody’s taking this from me. Nobody.” But as another box slammed shut, the sound rang through him like a coffin lid. And in the hollow space left in his chest, one name kept echoing. Reid.

The servant led her back inside while he remained outside, his face tightened back into the same hard mask. "REGRET". The word whispered inside his mind. A bitter laugh caught in his chest. Not yet.

He was silent long enough that I wondered if the system would reject the attempt. Then he spoke. “I regret,” he said, voice low, “that I left her to the Game.” Static crawled over the surface of the Gate, distorting his words, warping them. I had to strain to pick out pieces. “…thought I could outplay it…” crackle “…walked away when I should have burned with her…” Hiss “…should have died with her…” Her. It wasn’t me. Of course, it wasn’t me. This regret was older, deeper, carved into him long before my name ever touched his tongue.

He let out a soft breath that almost sounded like a laugh, though there wasn’t much joy in it. “I'm glad you're good…” j wishpered. He chuckled weakly, and the sound eased something inside me. I didn’t realize how much I’d missed it until that moment, the quiet warmth of his laugh, the way it softened the edges of everything. “Autumn,” he said after a pause. “I’m sorry for disappearing.” “Stop saying sorry,” I whispered, even though the tears started again.

His gaze dropped to the floor, and I noticed how his fist clenched on his lap. “I came back too late. I felt it too late. She was gone. Just like that. Wasn't even there when she breathed her last." I glanced down, trying to ignore the urge to spread my arms and draw him into my embrace. "I’m so sorry.” He looked at me and shook his head. “It’s been fifteen years.” He gave a small, light chuckle. “But it felt like yesterday, the regret, the ache. I felt pathetic." Pathetic.