Your Regrets Mean Nothing To Me Novels & Stories

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.

It was definitely not what my calendar said. ….💋 Mostly a workout. ….💔 My spine still hates me. ….💋 Worth it though. ….🙈 I regret nothing. ……💋………, ……….💋……., ………..💋….., ………🙈……. Fill in the remaining dots the way you understand, please. I'm too exhausted to continue. 😩 Now I need coffee, and maybe a hip replacement. XOXO Peyton 😘

M suddenly said, “I’ve gone through your first draft, and it’s impressive. There’s nothing I want to change. You can proceed with production after your detailing processes.” “Really?” “Yes. It seems you’re really familiar with regret.” Olivia smiled bitterly. “Sir, it’s not that I’m familiar with regret. It’s just that I’ve lost too much.” The people who were kind to her were killed one by one. She could spend forever explaining her regrets. ‘I guess no one hopes to gain regrets in their life.’ “That’s true. Let’s eat.” Hearing his lonely voice, Olivia’s heart trembled. ‘I seemed to have… killed the conversation again.’

[ IN WHICH SHE IS FOOLISH OR MIGHT HAVE COMPLETELY LOST HER MIND ] NOVEMBER'S P.O.V — If my hours spent with Jacqueline has taught me one thing, it is that — 'do not live your life with regrets'. Regrets eat you up, slowly. They devour you. They diminish you and shatter your whole being. So, I promise to live without regrets. Honestly, Jacqueline's situation isn't so different from mine. With each decision I make, I feel like I am self-destructing, leading myself closer and closer to my death.

Adrian gets up and starts leaving. He can feel the weight of her words echoing in his mind. The bitterness in her voice cuts deep. “People forget after committing mistakes, but they definitely get the fruits of their deeds; I see only regrets in your fate.” she screamed. He knows she's right. As Adrian walks away, he can't shake off the feeling of guilt and regret that now consumes him. He knows he has hurt her deeply, and the consequences of his actions are now staring him in the face. The harsh reality of his mistakes hits him like a ton of bricks, and he realizes that he may never be able to make things right again. The words of the woman he once loved haunt him as he walks away, knowing

I use that to propel me forward. Those voices of yours are drowned out by the loud thumps of my beating heart, the thumps that are my own cheerleading squad telling me just to try. Just. Try. Just Try. And I know myself now just as I am knowing more about you, is that what I don't want to feel, more than you in my head and my heart, is Regret. Fear, you come and go. But Regret, well, Regret stays forever. And Regret is the most unwelcome guest because, in most cases, I can prevent Regret from coming into my home.

“Tried to kill my child. There’s no coming back from that.” “I know.” Her voice is small. “I just… I don’t want you to do something you’ll regret because of me.” Something breaks loose in my chest. “Regret?” I stare at her. “The only thing I regret is not seeing this coming sooner.” “That’s not what I meant” “I know what you meant.” I step back, running a hand through my hair. “You think I’m going to lose myself over this. That I’ll become something worse.” She doesn’t deny it.

he insisted, desperation creeping into his tone. “What’s there to regret now? Other than regretting that, I fell for you. I regret the day I met you. I regret the day I started falling for you! I regret everything, Julian. Everything! I wish I could forget you forever. I wish I could!” I yelled, my voice cracking as I glanced at Jane and Jason, who had begun to stir. “I regret our union, which brought about these innocent little cuties!” I added, my heart breaking further.

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.

he said gently, his words a whisper of remorse. I swallowed hard, my throat dry, my heart a jumbled mess of emotions. I looked into his eyes, searching for something more, a deeper apology, a promise of something more, but there was nothing. He just said, "Sorry." I started to dress, my movements slow and deliberate, my body still trembling from the intensity of the experience. I had nothing to say to him, because we were nothing. It may have been foolish, but I am only human, and if I regret my decision, there is nothing I can do about it. Because I know that regret always comes last, and no one regrets at the beginning, only in the end.