Romans & histoires You'll Regret Losing Her

“People are just funny like that. They don’t know how to cherish what they have, and only regret it after they lose it. “But regret doesn’t change anything. He’s already gone abroad. The apartment has been sold too. From now on, there’s nothing left between you two!”

Asked questions. Demanded answers. Kyle simply accepted her silence. As though her comfort mattered more than his curiosity. And somehow… That hurt even more. Because kindness was harder to defend against. The music shifted. Another slow melody. Neither moved away. Neither seemed eager for the dance to end. “Have you ever loved someone so much,” Irina whispered suddenly, “that losing them felt like losing part of yourself?” The question escaped before she could stop it. Immediately she regretted it. Kyle’s eyes never left hers.

Something had stood here, long since reclaimed. She felt it before she understood it: grief, very old, not aimed at anything still living. It was the weight of loss felt so many times by so many people it had stopped being personal and become geographical. The accumulated emotional residue of everything that had ended there: people leaving, people dying, fires going out. None of it was hers. All of it was, suddenly, in her. "Stop," she said.

He said he wanted to keep the photos in his wallet so that he could show off his beautiful wife to everyone. I was smiling brightly in the photo. But Alexander's eyes were red as he turned to look at my parents. He gave them a sad, apologetic smile and said, "I've transferred the marital home to you. Nothing I do will ever make up for what Izzy had endured, and I'm sorry for taking your precious daughter away from you. "I have nothing to give you to atone for my mistakes. I can only hope that I'll get to see Izzy again in the afterlife."

she asked from the other end. "No, I can not hear you sweetie; you might as well end the call," I said in a cold tone. “Nelly, please hear me out. I just want to apologize, please," she begged in tears. "Apologize for what? Nora, I do not think I understand what you are talking about, so do not waste my time, OK," I replied, stunned. "Nelly, please, I am sorry. I should have listened, but I am sorry for making the biggest mistake of my life. Please forgive me," she said again, and I could not help but wonder what happened to her getting married to my ex.

She bit her lower lip and glared at the culprit behind it all. "Matthew, you will also become a cripple." Keeping her eyes on him, she suddenly laughed very softly. "You will break both your legs and become crippled. Then, you'll slowly lose everything you have. Mark my words."

I warned, and he shook his head with a sigh. "When are you going to consider her?"he asked, and I scoffed. "I don't know,"I replied coldly. "It's better you do it now before it's too late,"I arch my eyebrows. "What do you…" "You don't know the worth of what you buy until you lose it," "It's such a pity that you believed the photo. I hope you don't regret at the end," Regret? "What are you saying? What do you mean?"I asked but he smiled instead.

Did she hate me as much as I hated myself? I stood and walked to the window, staring out at the packlands. I had everything I thought I wanted—status, power, a mate that made me look strong. But without Aurora, it all felt empty. If I ever found her, would she even look at me? Could I ever make her forgive me? Or was I doomed to live with this regret, this unrelenting ache, for the rest of my life? “Moon Goddess,” I whispered, my voice breaking, “if you’re listening…please, just let her be safe.

What if she hurt him? What if she spins lies into my boy's head and turns him against me? I palmed my head as the thoughts ravaged my heart, my soul. I should have kept my mouth shut. I should not have lost my anger. I should have hung up immediately I agreed to donate my kidney. Wave after wave of regret coursed through me, and I didn't wipe the tears that dripped down my face. I maintained that position for a long while, losing myself in the maelstrom of emotions coursing through me.

“Everything is fine.” “Are you sure?” “Yes, Etta. I just want you to trust me this time,” I whispered into her ears. “That tickles,” she giggled while I wrapped my hands around her. So many regrets I’ve suffered from in the past. Etta was right. If only I had just given her a chance–maybe if I had listened to her, Valerie would still be here with us. Nobody would have died. And that’s why I’m never going to allow Gloria and Katty to get away with it. This isn’t my usual self, but this second chance given to me by the universe is never going to a waste.