Novel & Cerita When I Was Gone The Regret Began

Chapter Six Too Late Abe Regret was a funny thing. People always talked about it like it arrived all at once. Like a lightning strike. Like some dramatic realization that changed everything overnight. In reality? Regret came in pieces. Tiny little reminders scattered throughout your day. A song. A scent. A restaurant. A laugh that sounded almost like hers. And every single one felt like a knife. I stared out the floor-to-ceiling windows of my office. The city stretched endlessly below.

"I don't care. But make sure of one thing. Never regret your decisions right now. Because the way you're doing this might end up with something that will only hurt the both of us." Callum turned around. And left. Elise stood frozen in place. She watched her husband's back disappear down the hallway, then smiled bitterly. "Elise Voss," Elise whispered softly. "It seems I can finally accept that name now... after hearing it from you."

Caleb's finger had been cut by the metal edge of the gift box, and blood was seeping out. But he seemed to feel no pain, just staring blankly at my ring. "Uncle… he treats you very well," Caleb murmured, his voice thick. "Cliff roses, pink diamond rings, moonstone necklaces…" "He gives you everything I couldn't." I was silent for a moment, not quite understanding the depth of his regret. "Caleb, you chose to refuse two years ago," I said calmly. "It's too late to regret it now." "I know," Caleb gave a wry smile. "I just wanted to prove that I could also…"

, but deep down, I was bidding him farewell. I grabbed my luggage and dragged this broken body onto a flight headed straight for the warzone. Sunlight streamed through the window and landed softly on me. I took one last look at the city I'd lived in for so many years. Goodbye to the most pathetic love I'd clung to in both lives. Goodbye, Cayden. From now on, I wouldn't be the pack's disgrace anymore. And I'd never love you again.

However, there was no pill for regret and it had already happened. There was no point beating myself up over it anymore. I said that, but deep down, I knew it wasn't over and this wasn't all of it but I refused to let myself think of it at the moment. With that thought in mind, I reached for my phone and picked it up, only for my eyes to widen. I'd gotten multiple missed calls from Alaric and there were too many messages from him too. "Sara, where are you?" "Pick up the phone."

“What was I doing with people like them?” I wanted to scream. I wanted to disappear. I just sat there instead. Hours passed. The light in the room shifted. My mum didn’t come in. I think she knew I needed space. Regret is a strange thing. It doesn’t always come crashing in. Sometimes, it just sits quietly. Heavy. Like something stuck in your chest that won’t move no matter how hard you breathe. I closed my eyes. And for the first time, I didn’t see Richard. I saw myself. The girl I used to be.

"Noelle, I was wrong. Forgive me, will you? It's all Tara's fault. You and I wouldn't have ended up like this if it weren't for her. "We used to be so in love. Are you really going to give it all up?" I stared at him coldly, feeling nothing but disgust. How could he think I still had feelings left for him, after all that had happened? He grew worried after my prolonged silence. "What can I do to earn your forgiveness?" I suddenly slapped him. "Did that wake you up?" Just as I was about to speak, someone draped a coat over my shoulders. I beamed at the man, saying, "I told you I'd get home on my own."

"I know it's hard to forgive when someone has scarred you so badly. But what if I regret what I did, and now I want a relationship with you and see the error of my ways? Will that be enough for us to start over?" Amanza smiled, "Regret isn't enough. I want much more than that." Her hands moved to his chest, and she came to life. He didn't pull away but smiled. She was an inch from his face. His warm, deep, and excited breath fell on her face; she wrapped her arms around his neck, inviting him to her.

I couldn't help but wonder how my life had unraveled so quickly, how I had gone from a place of hope and love to one of despair and isolation. Regret washed over me like a tidal wave, drowning me in a sea of what-ifs and could-have-beens. If only I had been more cautious, more discerning. If only I had seen through Reuben's facade sooner. But now, it was too late, and I was left to face the consequences of my naivety.

The scene tugged at something deep within me. For a brief moment, I missed home. I missed my father’s steady presence, even my mother’s unrelenting berating. I missed the familiarity of it all. A pang of regret twisted in my chest, and for a moment, I wondered if I had made a mistake. As I mulled it over, the regret began to creep in. A quiet voice whispering in my ears that maybe, just maybe, I’d made a mistake.