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.”

“You don’t get to disappear and act like nothing happened. You don’t get to act like I’m some stranger you met on the street.” He turned his head slightly, still not meeting my eyes. “It’s for your own good.” “My own good?” I laughed bitterly. “Is that what you tell yourself when you destroy people?” He finally looked at me then ... and it almost broke me. His eyes weren’t cold. They were full of something else. Regret. Pain. Longing. “I’m sorry,” he said quietly. “For everything. You shouldn’t have been dragged into this.” “Dragged into what?” I asked, stepping closer. “Into you? Because you sure didn’t seem to care that night.”

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.

“You’re going to regret it.” The words were a whisper, a warning, a plea. I held my ground, though my knees trembled. “Maybe. But regret is something I already know too well. I’ll survive it again.” His head snapped up, his eyes burning into mine, and for an instant, the world fell away. Just us. Just the agony of everything unsaid. Then he turned. Without another word, he walked into the darkness, his shadow stretching long across the gravel until it vanished completely.

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?

The questions, the hurt, the anger—they all came flooding out. ‘You have to explain to me first! Where were you this whole time?!’ My mind screamed at him, and I could feel the sting of tears welling up in my eyes. I was crying, but only inside, where he could hear me. ‘I’m so sorry, love,’ he began, his voice calmer than I felt. ‘I had to disappear. I needed to keep away, or else he would have come for me first. I almost lost myself, but I managed to hold on, thanks to sheer willpower.’

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.