Your Regrets Mean Nothing To Me Mga Nobela at Kwento

I drop my head, and as I do, I hear the very distinct click of a trigger that rises above the silence, and as I brace myself for impact, my final words leave my aching body, “No, I regret nothing.” And then there is a snap, sending a deafening echo to every crevice and corner.

“I regret everything, Kelly.” I clenched my jaw. “I regret what I did,” he continued. “I regret… leaving you. I regret the things I can never take back.” A part of me wanted to believe him. A part of me wanted to scream at him that sorry wasn’t enough. That no amount of regret could fix what had already been broken. But the truth was…I didn’t care anymore. His regrets didn’t change the past. And I refused to let them control my future. So, instead of answering, I took a step back.

Regret was the worst. Regret was sour and bitter, and it tasted so close to the truth I had to fight sinking into it. I want to undo this. To make it right. But I have no idea how. I don't seem to know how to open up to people without getting the door slammed in my face. I wanted to tell him everything, maybe if I'd been able to, we could have lived differently, maybe I'd be there with you now instead of here. Maybe... if I'd said, 'I'm so afraid of losing something I love that I refuse to love anything,' maybe that would have made the impossible possible. Maybe, but I couldn't do it, I had buried too much too deeply inside me. And here I am, instead of there. And some part of me has never q

Red eyes stared at her with so much cold that she took a step back. “Y-you regret? But… But…” She stuttered, unable to comprehend the right word to express the hurricane of feelings flooding through her. “Yes, I regret it. It was all a mistake, and it was nothing. It meant nothing.” He snapped, his words stabbed through her, shattering every reality she thought they had. ‘It meant nothing. It meant nothing.’ That same sentence kept echoing in her head like a song on repeat. ‘So everything was a lie? It was all a mistake for him? A mistake?’ She blinked back her tears, biting her bottom lip to stop the sob that wanted to escape. She couldn’t; she couldn’t cry in front of him.

he says gruffly. “It’s called expressing your emotions. Since you only seem to be familiar with anger or lust, allow me to introduce you to sadness. You’d need a heart to feel that, so I don’t expect you to understand.” “Remember, this was your deal. Too late for regrets.” I glare up at him as fiercely as I can manage. “It's never too late to regret something. That's the definition of regret—changing your mind when it's too late!” “Don't get cute with me. And don't even think about running away. I will catch you.”

A series of my hatred collapsed with my newly build feelings that were very much comfortable than the pain I was feeling. I looked in his eyes. They were truthful and consuming. At this moment, I want to forget everything and get with him. I want to leave everything and touch him. At this moment, I am willing to lose my dignity. "Maybe there is something else that I will regret", I said. He gave me a questionable look and asked, "what?" "However, I wont regret it at the moment atleast", I repeated. "what are you....", he was speaking and I kissed him.

"No, nothing is wrong. I just don't feel anything anymore." "Feel what?" I pressed. "It was so much better when we were little kids. You know, before we knew what it actually meant. Now... things are different. I'm not sure how to describe it but everything is so complicated..." Matt mumbled, looking away from me as he sighed. He seemed to be struggling with something. But whatever it was made him sad. Matt could never hide anything from me. "Hey, you can talk to me. It's all right. We all go through things like this. We all have regrets."

Taking my life wasn't an easy decision, but it was the only choice I had. Just before jumping, I said, "Anders, you were my world, you were everything, and right from the moment I met you up until now, I have had no regrets. Perhaps I do have regrets; the fact that I didn't treat you better. One way or another, I might have been stubborn, I might have caused you to stress, I might have caused you heartache. Those are the only regrets I have. Now, I am going to leave this world as well because without you by my side, Anders, I do not want to stay. I am coming. This is it."

“Just give me a chance to make it up to you.” I looked him in the eye and said, “Do you know what regret really is? It’s realizing you have permanently lost the chance to make things right. My father is gone. The best years of my life are gone. My health is gone. What could you possibly offer to make up for any of it?”

It looked like the rain was still about to pour again. I took in a deep breath and closed my eyes, all I’ve done since I became an adult flashed through my eyes and I couldn’t help but smile at the silly me while I was a teenager and also cursed at myadult self for making decisions that had destroyed my life. But as I’ve said, there is no good dwelling in the past, everything was over now and there’s no way I could turn back the hand of time and change my fate. This is my fate and I have to embrace it. Throughout the ride, Ryan didn’t say anything to me, all his focus was on the papers before him and I was glad for that. I need the silence right now.