Your Regrets Mean Nothing To Me Novels & Stories

The door closed softly behind him. Silence expanded. Heavy. Absolute. For the first time in decades, there was nothing to control. I stared at the ceiling. Ninety days. Ninety days to secure succession. Ninety days to preserve reputation. Ninety days to prepare for absence. The arithmetic of mortality was brutally efficient. Regret arrived quietly. Not dramatic. Not overwhelming. Just persistent. I regretted never traveling simply to wander. Never seeing the world without agenda. I regretted not visiting an amusement park since I was ten years old, the last time joy existed without strategy.

He climbs slowly to his feet, grunting as he stretches out his back, before reaching down to pick up my plate. “Do you ever regret it?” I can’t help but ask, though I’m not even sure what I want to know. Regret life? Regret logging? He seems to understand what I mean though, as he smiles gently. “Nothing in life is ever worth regretting. You see, Lena, regret is like mold. You can scrub and scrub until it’s out of sight, but it always comes back if you let things get damp again. So, I try not to let life get damp.”

A toxic blend of arrogance, amusement, and a lingering trace of terror from the few who actually knew what I was capable of. I walked straight to the center forklift platform, bypassing the microphoned podium completely, and carelessly tossed my encrypted phone onto a wooden crate. First, I faced the mob. And I gave them a low, deliberate, traditional bow of regret. "I am deeply sorry." An instant wave of chaotic whispers tore through the crowd. On Beatrice's live feed, the chat stream went completely berserk: 【SHE'S BREAKING!】 【THE INTERNET SUBMITS THE MOB!】

"Have you forgotten that you personally destroyed my mom's ashes? How dare you show up here? See that little headstone over there? That's for the three-month-old baby you abandoned because you listened to her!" My words made Marcus' face turn pale in an instant. He looked at Hannah, his eyes filled with regret. Hannah immediately went crazy. "Claire, stop talking nonsense! What does this have to do with me?" I did not look at her and only said coldly to Marcus, "Besides divorce, we have nothing left to talk about. And if I see you here again, don't blame me for being cruel." … A few days later, Marcus called me. "Claire, I agree to the divorce. I really regret not treasuring our relationship

Rock Bottom. MIKE High-spirited would be a word that didn't exist in my personal dictionary. I thought I'd hit rock bottom, but no one was kind enough to let me know that it also had a basement. That basement was exactly where I was right now. I sighed again, the third time in the last five minutes, and the conference room was silent, despite all the people that occupied it. It was the kind of silence that felt like the beginning of my self-crafted Armageddon. I couldn't erase how Clara saw me or what she saw me as, and I might never be able to. No matter what, I tried, and I didn't plan to stop trying. I just needed more fireworks to light.

she whispered to herself. After a few blocks, the anger gave way to exhaustion. Her feet ached. The road stretched endlessly ahead. She sighed and muttered, “I’ll just get Cora to drive me back to the car.” That made sense. It made the walk feel like something temporary. But as the minutes passed, regret crept in. The air was colder now. Her hair whipped across her face. The pavement gleamed under the streetlights, still wet from the evening drizzle. Her arms wrapped around herself as she tried to fight the chill.

I knew I wouldn't escape, so I stared at him coldly. But he mistook my silence for a change of heart. He asked, "What's wrong? Regretting your actions? Ready to properly apologize to Naomi?" I coughed up blood. "I do regret it. I regret being with—" I regretted being with him. Before I could finish, I collapsed to the ground. As my vision faded, I faintly saw someone rushing toward me in a panic.

“She’s pregnant.” “I know.” “You told me she’d be gone.” “I was going to—” “You keep saying that,” Grace interrupted. “But somehow, everything you 'were going to' never happened.” Ethan stepped around the table, his voice low. “Grace. It wasn’t love.” “It wasn’t respect either.” He paused. “I made a terrible mistake.” “You made a choice.” “For what it’s worth,” he whispered, “I regret it.” She looked at him long and hard. “Regret doesn’t bring back trust. Or time. Or—”

Seeing her shoulders shake made him remember her words that he didn't contemplate on before. 'She was talking about being kidnapped. Did I really misunderstand her?' His eyes flicked to her tensed back. It was trembling and she was also rubbing her arms. Regret flooded in his veins as he tilted his head to catch a glimpse of her face. "Listen, I'm sorry. I went too far." He spoke softly.

I smiled back, thankful, and then I walked away. I did not look back or hold on. I was like a quiet breeze, gone from this world.