Romans & histoires You'll Regret Losing Her

She scoffed, making me face herself. My skin smothered in regret and apprehension. I lowered my head like a guilty criminal. I've had enough of Claire's cutting comments. It's not like I hated them. Hell, I know I deserved them. But they hurt me more than a third degree burn would. It had made me lose hope completely. It's difficult to look Claire in the eyes. It's difficult to pay back for what I did, much less compensate her for the loss she incurred. The loss. I stared at my bare, darker in color, feet against Claire's smooth and white ones. I so wanted to touch her feet and massage them. And maybe suck on her toes! Fúck, where am I heading? I was thinking about her loss. Our loss.

She said to the ultrasound of her baby from years ago. Everything Lucas did to her came running back…like a salt rubbed on her bruises. She cleanse her tears, “I won’t forgive you Lucas. You hurt me deeply!” She concluded.

Henry. I have been trying my best to make things right between us. Now I know what that saying really meant, I wouldn’t know the value of something until I lost it. That was what I have come to realize after losing Gwen and Jasmine; I want them back. I wanted my family back and I was ready to do whatever it takes to get them back.

she said as she stood up. "Listen, child. I know how it feels deeply regret what you should have done a long time ago." She said, her voice laced with bitterness. "My story is similar to yours, you know? My stupid pride prevented me from admitting the fact that I couldn't live without him and then I ended up losing him." Her voice was breaking, "In the worst possible way. By the time I made up my mind to tell him how I felt, it was too late. I live every day in regret, wishing I could turn back time."

Her so-called friends had stopped answering her calls. Everything she had her name, her pride, her son had slipped through her fingers. And all she had left were her regrets. She whispered into the silence, almost as if she were speaking to the ghost of the life she’d lost. “You think you’ve won, Maya. But this isn’t over.” Her voice broke as fresh tears filled her eyes. She looked back at the photo frame one last time before turning it face down.

Nothing did. Regret clung to me like a shadow I couldn’t escape. Every memory replayed over and over again, each one sharper, more painful than the last. My desperation, my greed, my need to have what wasn’t mine, it had led me here. To this. To nothing. I had ruined her life and in doing so, I had destroyed my own beyond repair. There was no going back. There was no fixing this.

I opened my mouth. She held up one hand. "I am not finished," she said. "You are going to use these people. Not because I am asking you to accept charity and not because you need rescuing. Because you have seven years of lost time and I have seven years of guilt to convert into something useful and between those two things we have exactly enough momentum to make something that matters." She looked at me directly. "Your work is extraordinary. It was extraordinary at twenty two and it will be more extraordinary now because now you understand what it costs to make something and what it costs not to." She placed one hand back on the portfolio cover. "I will not watch you lose another year to a m

A series of my hatred collapsed with my newly build feelings that were very much comfortable than the pain I was feeling. I looked in his eyes. They were truthful and consuming. At this moment, I want to forget everything and get with him. I want to leave everything and touch him. At this moment, I am willing to lose my dignity. "Maybe there is something else that I will regret", I said. He gave me a questionable look and asked, "what?" "However, I wont regret it at the moment atleast", I repeated. "what are you....", he was speaking and I kissed him.

But as the corner of her lips curved into the faintest of smirks, I felt a spark of hope ignite in my chest. This wasn’t going to be easy. But for her? I’d fight every battle, climb every mountain, and shatter every wall she put between us. Because losing her once was my greatest regret. And I wasn’t about to let it happen again.

The statement immediately captured her attention. Because regret had shaped so much of their lives. Adrian continued. “For years I regretted losing control.” A pause. “Then I regretted being wrong.” Another pause. His expression softened. “Now I regret wasting time.” The honesty felt profound. Because it reached the heart of everything. Time. The one thing nobody could recover. The one thing nobody could replace. Years lost. Conversations missed. Memories never created. Interesting. Very interesting. Ava understood exactly what he meant.