Novel & Cerita When I Disappeared, He Regretted It

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.

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.

"Are you regretting it?" "Regretting what?" "Making this agreement." "Not really." I shook my head lightly, feeling a bit lost. "Originally, I agreed to it to make him give up sooner. But now I'm wondering, if I had clarified things with him earlier, would it have saved him some time?" "Please, he didn’t give up even when you were married."

"I did, even when I knew I didn't have the right to. No one knows where you disappeared to, Clara. You made sure of it. Until a random day in August, the news of Velma LTD hit town, and I saw you- on a TV looking so fulfilled, looking so happy. What should I have done? You were CEO, Clara. You had everything, you were living a good life, and I thought it would be selfish of me to put myself into your life, again, after all the hurt I've caused you." My resolve must not weaken. "I spent months contemplating what to do, how to bump into you, and the best ways to apologize. But I knew I messed up so bad, and I'd rather you live a happy life than invade it again. Not to mention, there was Lucy a

His face has fallen, his eyes are pleading yet all I see is him at that Halloween night. "Let me talk please." He pleads. " Stay away from me, leave me !" " I will, I will, but I just need you to hear me out." When he notices me not making any movement, he continues. " You might not believe this but you've always been on my mind, I couldn't erase you no matter how much I tried. I've looked for you but it was like you disappeared , I messed up, I know. What I was back then is not who I am now."

"Alpha..." "I said keep looking." Marcus nodded and let the subject drop. But I remembered the last conversation I'd had with Wren too clearly to let it go, the way she'd looked at me like there was something else she needed to say, something I'd been too much of a coward to wait around and hear. I told her to forget everything. I told her it was a mistake. I have regretted those words every day since. The night she disappeared came back the way it always did, uninvited and merciless. Weeks later, guilt ate through every excuse I'd built, and I told my parents everything. My father's fury filled the house; Marielle's face went the color of ash.

When I was five, my elder sister, Mabel, lost the use of both legs saving me in a car accident. From that day on, there was one thing my parents said to me more than anything else. “You ruined Mabel’s life.” When I got into a top university, Mabel locked herself in her room and cried all night. My mother, eyes red from crying, tore my acceptance letter to pieces. “Wait until Mabel can walk again. Then you can go to college.” So I spent sixteen hours a day delivering food, saving every penny for Mabel’s rehabilitation. When my stomach pain became so bad I could barely stand, my parents accused me of being jealous of Mabel’s nutritional supplements and faking it for attention. I secret

Some weakness they have for your sad eyes and your perfect tragedy. When the man called Haas, I didn't hesitate. Finally, someone was going to take something from you. Finally, you would know what it felt like to lose. I gave them everything. Your fears, your secrets, the cracks in your armor. I told them about David, about how to reach him, about what buttons to push. Watching you fall apart was the best thing I ever experienced. Every tear you shed fed something in me that had been starving for years. So no, I don't regret it. I regret getting caught. I regret that Liam found me. I regret that I have to disappear and start over while you get to live in your mountain fortress with your rich

What if she hurt him? What if she spins lies into my boy's head and turns him against me? I palmed my head as the thoughts ravaged my heart, my soul. I should have kept my mouth shut. I should not have lost my anger. I should have hung up immediately I agreed to donate my kidney. Wave after wave of regret coursed through me, and I didn't wipe the tears that dripped down my face. I maintained that position for a long while, losing myself in the maelstrom of emotions coursing through me.

I walk him to the door, my heart heavy, before saying quietly, “Don’t take it personally. She’s… she’s been through a lot.” He nods slowly, his gaze drifting back to Sierra one last time. “I know,” he says. “I just wish I had been there for her, instead of disappearing on her.” There’s real regret in his voice, but right now, it doesn’t matter. None of it does. Not when we are losing her right in front of our eyes. He leaves, and I close the door softly behind him before turning back toward the room. Sierra is asleep again or maybe she just closed her eyes. At this point, I can’t even tell the difference.