When I Disappeared, He Regretted It Novels & Stories

But I'm here… I'm alive… and I owe you an explanation. I leaned back in my chair, my eyes still on his face. The years had been hard on him, I saw it when he walked in. The gray hair, the lined face, the thinness that spoke of illness rather than age. But I didn't connect it to anything real. I had just seen the man who abandoned me. "You could have sent a message, dropped an email or something, before deciding to just disappear.” “That was wrong calculation on my end and I'm sorry.”

I paced again, my footsteps crunching over bits of splintered wood, the sound satisfying in its chaos. “Do you know what it felt like? Wondering if you were dead too? Or worse, if you just didn’t care enough to stay? I lay there replaying every moment, every touch, every promise, and you were gone. Vanished. Like I meant nothing.” My voice broke on the last word, but I swallowed hard and kept going, whirling to face him again. “You don’t get to disappear when I needed you the most.” Kade went silent, his jaw locked tight with no answer ready, his eyes dark with regret and something deeper that only fueled my fire.

Henry shouted, "No! Yelena, I will never divorce you! And the child—why did you never tell me about it?" His voice trembled as he spoke. He was probably regretting it, but what was the use of regret? We could never go back. No matter how hard he tried, it was over. "I will never agree to a divorce!" Henry insisted. "Don't joke with me. This isn't funny at all." So, he thought I was joking.

Suddenly, Austin grabbed my hand and mumbled, "Lettie… Lettie, don't leave me, Lettie… Give it to me… Just one more time…" When I heard what he said, I felt my stomach churning. I was so disgusted that I needed to throw up. I angrily flung his hands off me and rushed into the toilet as I dry heaved into the toilet bowl. After I had run out of energy, I finally forced myself to claw against the wall and make it back onto my feet. I caught sight of my tired, exhausted face in the mirror and suddenly felt sorry for myself. How could I have put up with such a disgusting person for such a long time?

He asked. "I lost everything. I lost my parents and wondered why I had ran away before when you just asked me to." "You have the nerves." "I regretted it badly. Leaving him on that bed and not coming back to check up on him. I only followed the news, to see that he was okay and running the business perfectly well. We do not know when someone is taken away from us. It happens in a split of a second and sometimes without warning. I regretted it and I don't want to regret it anymore." I said, realizing that I was speaking sincerely.

“I convinced myself she’d be better off without me. Like I was doing her a favor by disappearing. But I was wrong. Really wrong. More than once.” Felix nodded slowly, sympathy in his eyes. I’d laid it all out—my regrets, my screw-ups, everything. And even though the future was still uncertain, just saying it out loud gave me a small flicker of hope.

Rain pouring heavily on us. " Kneel down, beg for forgiveness, to my dad and Bright!" I try to force him but he pushed my hands away. " If I kneel down, will you disappear?" He asked. I gave him a slap on his face. " I don't want to live looking back anymore, you're there at the end, in the back, everywhere! You're holding onto me it's disgusting!" He shouts. " Disgusting? Me?" " I was arrogant when I said I could make you happy. You said you don't regret it? I regret it!!! That day! The day when you said you would go in place of me. If I had left you then, I wouldn't be regretting it now." He shouts.

Then another memory resurfaced, the moment they had vanished in front of me like ghosts. I turned back to him sharply. “You disappeared that last time,” I said. He blinked. “What?” “You and the others,” I insisted. “You disappeared that day right in front of me.” He laughed nervously. “You must have seen it wrongly.” I shook my head. “I don’t see it wrong. You vanished. I watched it happen.” He sighed like he was tired of the conversation. “We didn’t disappear.” “Then what did you do?” I demanded.

I came back from picking up takeout to find the fingerprint lock on our front door wouldn't recognize me. The passcode had been changed too. I was about to call my boyfriend Lawrence when I remembered he'd just broken up with me. I looked down at myself, wearing nothing but loungewear and slippers, a coffee stain splashed across my shirt. After a moment's thought, I caved again and sent Lawrence an apology. But the red exclamation mark beside it told me he'd already blocked me. This was the ninth time he'd broken up with me, and the ninth time he'd blocked me. I wanted to knock, but my hand rose only to hang in the air for a few seconds before dropping limply to my side. That closed door mig

But here he was, ten years later, feeling the same suffocating humiliation from his girlfriend's mother. Aidan's face darkened as he glared at Joanna. "Mrs. Harrison, if you think so little of me, then I don't think there's any need for Natalie and me to be together anymore. Please let Natalie know I'm breaking up with her." The moment he said the words, he didn't know why, but a strange sense of relief washed over him. It wasn't until this moment that he realized, deep down, Natalie was no longer the bright-eyed girl who once smiled so sweetly at him.