Romans & histoires You'll Regret Losing Her

Going for things that truly matter. My dream as an astronaut was caught short because I want to make her happy but she sees me like a useless piece of shit. Not man enough for her. “I'm hoping you could resume immediately. We have an underlying project in hand” “Sure Mr Tuner. Will resume immediately” “Glad to hear that” the phone cut off. Tracy I hope you don't regret this.

"For eleven years, I mourned the child I lost. I was so consumed by losing one son that I forgot I still had another." My chest hurt hearing the regret in her voice. "I thought staying away was protecting him." She shook her head. "I thought he was better without a mother who couldn't even save his brother from the pressures of the man I love from the pressure of the weight of the crown." A tear fell onto her dress. "But tonight, when they told me I was going to die..." She inhaled shakily. "My only regret wasn't dying." She looked back at me. "It was that I wasted eleven years."

She nodded, her gaze fixed on the amber liquid in her cup. “Yes.” Her eyes widened. “You answered that fast.” “Because it is obvious.” She was quiet for a moment, processing. “That does not make me happy,” she finally said. “It should.” “No.” “Why not?” She looked up at me, and I saw the complexity in her expression, the kindness she extended even to those who’d hurt her. “Because if he regrets it now, then he never really understood what he lost.” I studied her carefully. Few women would think that way about a man who’d abandoned them.

Happy and Loved. And me? I am left with nothing but regret. Regret for betraying the only person who ever truly loved me as a friend. Regret for chasing after a man who never belonged to me. Regret for being so blind that I couldn’t see what I had until it was gone. If I had known she would end up in the arms of a billionaire who worships her, maybe just maybe I would have thought twice before ruining everything. Now, it is too late. I lost her. I lost everything.

He was losing her. She turned and walked away. Defeat filtered inside him. Sadness drenched his soul. Today was the second time he’d lost her. He hadn’t given her a chance the first time around, and now she wasn’t willing to give him one. He followed her outside the stables and into the sunlight. He stood by the side for a long time, even after Jade got into Anthony’s car and drove away. His heart splintered. He’d lost the most precious thing that had ever happened to him. If only he’d valued her more when she’d been with him. If only he’d never let her go in the first place. If only… His eyes burned. He was paying the price of his decisions, of choosing his insecurities over her, and it was

Her stomach twisted. She had to regain control. She launched into her presentation, her voice a marvel of detached professionalism. She laid out her concept, “The Sky is the Limit,” complete with flawless graphics and financial projections. It was a brilliant performance, a testament to the woman she had become. A woman who could stand in a room with the man who had shattered her and still command the space.

Not having the closer, living in hope to see them one day is similar to a living hell. “I regret everything I should have done for you, Ari. I regret the time we would have spent together. I regret not telling you how I feel about you, Mi Amore. Please, come back to me. I can’t do this anymore. It is killing me every day that I spend without you.” I whispered staring at her photos in my phone. I regret not taking a photo with her. She requested me with so much hope, I disappointed her.

I’ve seen how she keeps her distance, lowers her gaze and steps out of Zarah’s path like she’s trying not to be seen. “Don’t tell me you regret letting her go, Aiden.” I don’t answer. I just stand there, staring past her. “It’s good she’s gone,” she continues. “That girl is a curse. And the fact that you’ve been bedding her all this time—” She lets out a short, disgusted breath. “—it’s a shame on you.” Something inside me snaps tight. “You will never understand losing someone,” I grit out, the words rough against my teeth. “And it’s something you will never understand—”

"And what mattered, Ethan? What were you supposed to fight for?" "You," I said simply. "I should have fought for you." She stared at me for a long moment. I could see emotions warring behind her eyes, anger, hurt, something that might have been grief. "You're five years too late," she said finally. "I know." "I don't forgive you." "I don't expect you to." "And whatever you're hoping for, reconciliation, closure, absolution, you're not going to get it from me." "I know that too." I did. But I'd need to try anyway. "I just wanted you to know that not a day has gone by that I haven't regretted losing you."

"I'm busy. Get some rest. I'll come see you after work." Lea didn't respond. I figured she was deeply disappointed with my decision. I let out a rough sigh. Even so, I wanted to disappoint Anna even less. My phone vibrated again. A message from Lea. "You're a bastard, Dylan. Two months from now, if you're still dragging this out, you'll regret it." Regret what? Not marrying her? I ran my fingers through my hair, pushing it back, then leaned against the window behind me. Wasn't that all I'd wanted all this time?