Novel & Cerita When I Was Gone The Regret Began

The way he'd looked at me. The way he'd kissed me. The way he'd trusted me. The way he'd loved me. Past tense. I rolled onto my side and let the tears come. I cried for what I'd lost. For what I'd destroyed. For what could never be. I cried until I had nothing left. Then I lay there in the darkness. Along with my choices. Along with my regrets. Along with the knowledge that I'd sacrificed everything for a job. And now I had nothing.

'Dear Ace, I went through an old picture album recently and found myself reminiscing about the past, which isn’t like me. I've always believed there was no point in looking back to regret or to ponder on what could have been. Yet, I have so much regret, so much I wish I had taken the time to reflect on. I realize now that none of the things I’ve accomplished were truly my dreams, but rather, they were things I thought would earn me the love and acceptance from my father. I thought I could live with myself even after I hurt so many people, even when I hurt you and broke your heart…' A single tear falls from my eyes, making me aware of the wetness in my eyes and the heaviness in my chest. I do

He looked at me with an apologetic expression. "Isabella? What are you doing here? Your injuries haven't healed yet." He tried to reach out to me to steady me up, but I shoved him aside at once. I pushed my phone toward him, my eyes filled with despair. "Vincenzo Cursley, if there's one thing I regret the most in my entire life, it's having met you!" Vincenzo was taken aback by my declaration. However, when he saw the contents on my phone screen, the blood immediately drained from his face.

I looked into Brian's eyes, but my heart didn't feel even a single ripple. My affection had already been worn down to nothing by the endless waves of betrayal. Having lived through all of this, I had finally seen the light. The love I felt for him in the past was genuine, but the disgust I felt now was just as real. Brian had indeed accompanied me through a massive portion of my life, but I couldn't allow a few crumbs of past sentimentality to rob me of my future and my dignity. Across from me, Brian looked completely disheveled, a thick stubble covering his jawline. It was obvious he hadn't slept a full night in weeks. Yet, I felt absolutely nothing.

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.

I smiled back, thankful, and then I walked away. I did not look back or hold on. I was like a quiet breeze, gone from this world.

Adrian gets up and starts leaving. He can feel the weight of her words echoing in his mind. The bitterness in her voice cuts deep. “People forget after committing mistakes, but they definitely get the fruits of their deeds; I see only regrets in your fate.” she screamed. He knows she's right. As Adrian walks away, he can't shake off the feeling of guilt and regret that now consumes him. He knows he has hurt her deeply, and the consequences of his actions are now staring him in the face. The harsh reality of his mistakes hits him like a ton of bricks, and he realizes that he may never be able to make things right again. The words of the woman he once loved haunt him as he walks away, knowing

“ I thought that I would let you be and keep to myself but I realise now that it was a mistake. I should have confronted you about the welcome party you threw for her when you said you were going to attend a gala. I was an idiot for believing whatever you say. In a sense, this is my fault. I didn't even mention that I wasn't feeling well and I missed my parents. In case you forgot, my parents died. They have been gone for a long time and this is where they are buried. That is why I came here to visit them. I'm not some crazy stalker like you think but yeah, you can think whatever. I don't care anymore. You can continue taking care of Anna. She matters more to you than I do.” I lost my compos

Juna whispered hoarsely, his voice catching in a throat that suddenly felt unbearably dry. The letter slipped from his grasp and drifted onto the marble floor, accompanied by the collapse of the tall man's final defenses. Juna fell to his knees beside the bed, clutching the sheets where their wedding ring lay. Tears of overwhelming regret finally streamed down his face. The man howled in frustration within the silence of the empty room, realizing that his ignorance and foolishness had driven away the woman he loved most, leaving him to rot in endless regret.

They were normally careful around us but now, it was as if they walked around eggshells as even the slightest mistake could get you a bullet in-between your eyebrows. Days turned to a week, a week turned to two and then three and finally, he was awake. **** I had never been a man who regretted things. I made my choices, carved my path, and let the consequences fall wherever they wanted to.But now, sitting at the edge of the bed, staring at the fragile body curled up beneath the sheets, I felt the crushing weight of regret settle in my chest like an avail. Eli was awake. But he was gone. His eyes—those sharp, defiant blue gray eyes that used to flicker with stubbornness, irritation, and somet