Novel & Cerita You'll Regret Losing Her

"Alright." She stuttered, retracting with a gulp. "Tracy. Just one word of advice if I may and I'm not saying this as his friend or an agent, I'm speaking from a neutral point of view." She nodded her head showing she was willing to listen. "I've learnt the hard way not to loose my diamonds while seeking stones. I've learnt that if losing someone hurts more than accepting what they did, it's worth fighting for and ultimately I've learnt not to make decisions in hurt or anger. Those kinds are some of the worst regrets you may have to live with. The beauty of it is that you'll relive it every single day of your life. It's beautiful because you'll be left to wonder how your life Would've turned

But it hurt so much. Outside, the sun was up, and I could hear party noises and music starting. I dragged myself across the floor to the window. Colored balloons were bobbing in the wind. Down there it looked like another world entirely. I pressed my hand to my chest where it hurt. "It's just heartbreaking, really. Ma'am got separated from her family, lost her memory, suffered out for years, and now on top of all that she's got this slow one to deal with." "If you ask me, she has a kind heart even bringing her back. I would have left her where she was."

He hadn’t even faltered or reconsidered when I asked him that question; it felt as if he had already made up his mind before I even broached the subject. "Ugh," I cried, pressing my hand against my chest as a sudden ache shot through me. It hit me just how much I cared for Dave at this moment. My greatest fear was losing him, and now that fear had become a reality. I felt utterly lost and uncertain if I'd ever have him back in my life. I once valued our friendship. Perhaps it was the reason I felt more heartbroken about losing him.

Zachary broke down as he rushed over, wailing, "That's my daughter. Griselda has been living like a beggar for her whole life. She didn't even get the chance to call me Dad. She was only eighteen and died such a gruesome death…" While everyone still focused on him, he punched himself in a show of guilt. "It was all my fault. I failed to recognize you and caused you to suffer for more than a decade. I'll accompany you in your death right now!" A few people surged forward quickly to stop him. Zachary cried till his knees went weak. He only managed to stand up after two burly men helped him up. My calmness made me look downright evil in the face of his devastation. "Daisy is heartless. She didn

She hated the idea of ​​leaving Sophia alone, addicted to work, again. With her heart pounding, she looks at the phone ringing and runs to answer it. - Baby, I missed your voice so much. "Hello, my angel. Only my voice?" - No. I miss you a lot too. "What are you doing?" - I've just finished packing almost the entire house. "Great. This is a sign that you have no regrets.” - I didn't regret it. And you? Did you regret it? “I only regret not having met you years ago. I lost half of my life without you. But one thing I know. Better later than never. I will never regret having you by my side.”

"One day, you’ll regret saying this to me. You’ll regret turning me away." Cassia arched an eyebrow, amusement flickering in her eyes. "Oh, really? Then why does it seem like you’re the one regretting losing me?" she asked, her words leaving him speechless.

She wriggles her brows at me. I roll my eyes. "You are overthinking, and shh! He's just in the living room. He could hear you." "Alright." She raises her hands in surrender. "Don't come crying to me when you lose him to someone else." She flips her hair dramatically and walks out of the kitchen. I take a few things out of the fridge and proceed to make dinner. Regret. I let the word circle in my head. The only thing I will regret is having him out of the kids' lives when he finally decides to stop waiting for something he can't have.

In that instance, she looked like a person who had lost everything and had no issues with making everyone else lose everything, too. “It was like every other funeral out there, drab and sad with people offering their condolences and talking about how they just can't imagine what it would be like to lose a child.” She chewed furiously, “Well I do. I’m hurting and it is their fault, so I want them to hurt as well.” “That’s a lot of emotions for you to handle on your own.” He said softly. “Yes, yes it is.” She nodded. They continued to eat in silence, polishing off their plates in no time.

“ 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

“I should’ve fought for you. And seeing you here tonight—seeing what you’ve become—I realize how much I lost.” Rachel listened without interrupting, her expression unreadable. Marissa’s smile faltered. “Bryce, are you aware that you're saying this in front of your fiance?” she warned softly. Rachel finally spoke. “Well, you didn't lose me, Bryce. You just left me alone, lost in a dark world.” she said. Bryce flinched. “And I found myself,” she added. “Without you.” Bryce swallowed hard. Regret surging in his chest.