Your Regrets Means Nothing To Me Novel Novels & Stories

that I would remain exposed, unmarked, and unnoticed. She wanted more than just me gone.She wished for me to be forgotten. FINAL SCENE I shut the book and turned to face the others. "We've been waiting for this," I remarked. "It's not a narrative. Not a theory." “Proof," Reyna uttered softly. "Of everything," Rico continued. I no longer felt a sense of dread from the weight in my chest.Gravity was the sensation. heavy. grounding. Actual. My story had been rewritten once by Cerra. I was going to write the truth now. I also had no intention of using ink. I intended to use fire.

She opened the book. The first pages were practical. A record of the Waiting: its stages, what to expect, how the territory responded. She read standing at the bookshelf, with Lucien beside her, close enough that she could feel his warmth against the cool air of the chamber. Neither of them spoke. The only sound was the occasional turn of a page. Then she reached the section headed On the Question of Pairing. She read it twice before she said anything. "The convergence isn't symbolic," she said finally. "You knew that."

For a moment, the muffled bass from upstairs seemed to fade, and all I could hear was the frantic, heavy sound of my own pulse pounding in my ears. Then I looked away, breaking his gaze. “You don’t understand,” I muttered, the words meant more for myself than for him. He tilted his head, considering me. “Maybe not. But I understand what happens when you lose something you didn’t think you’d care about until it’s already gone. I know that particular flavor of regret.”

“What was I doing with people like them?” I wanted to scream. I wanted to disappear. I just sat there instead. Hours passed. The light in the room shifted. My mum didn’t come in. I think she knew I needed space. Regret is a strange thing. It doesn’t always come crashing in. Sometimes, it just sits quietly. Heavy. Like something stuck in your chest that won’t move no matter how hard you breathe. I closed my eyes. And for the first time, I didn’t see Richard. I saw myself. The girl I used to be.

We were both children from single-parent families, and we clung to each other like two stubborn little beasts, growing up side by side, unwilling to let go. After my mother died, he looked at me with youthful sincerity and made a solemn promise. He promised me that he would never let me down. Life was hard during that time, but he never once let me suffer. But genuine feelings could change in an instant. The light that once saved me now personally pushed me into a boundless hell. Without realizing it, my eyes began to sting. But my artificial eye told me I couldn’t even cry anymore. I smiled as I tossed news of Jack frantically searching for me into the trash.

“Mother, you have accepted it’s my child without proof! But I haven’t! And please don’t bring up those pictures that she sent to Amanza again to break us up! Those pictures are not enough! “Don’t mention Amanza! Now that’s who you shouldn’t trust after she pretended to be some poor innocent girl when she wasn’t! You should be regretting marrying her!” “No, Mother, you got it all wrong! I regret letting Susie back into my life! No, I'm past regrets! Regretting is not enough! I want proof that this baby is mind! So don’t call me until the baby is about to be born! Once that happens, everything will be clear to everyone that I'm telling the truth, and I will be able to move on with my life!”

I burst into tears, as I tried not to make much sound so as not to distract the driver. I couldn’t believe it would come to this point. Was he really going to pull the trigger? What I had portrayed out there was the hurt me. I couldn’t just look at him again after I gained back my memories. The look in his eyes resembles that of a man who seems to want a second chance. I could see regrets in his eyes. Maybe myself of years ago would have listened to him earlier. But now, I don’t give two fucks about anyone or anything. Not even love.

he gestured to the table where he had been sitting, where his discarded cigarette was still smoking. I followed him on stiff legs and sat down on the chair opposite him. His curious, impatient eyes filled with pleased surprise, locked on me as soon as we sat down. “Well…?” He pressed for answers. I forced myself to shrug, lowering my eyes, letting them flicker to the floor like a woman caught in an embarrassing admission. “I don’t know. Maybe… maybe I’m having regrets. Maybe I’ve been imagining what could have been. What would have been my life… our lives if the past hadn't happened?” I managed to inject the right amount of regret in my voice.

comforting. I let my eyes close and just tried to forget all about everything for a few moments. All I wanted was this quiet moment of rest to continue forever. "So what do we do now?" I pondered the question, and then realised that I had asked it. "I don't know," she said, her eyes bleary with fresh tears. "Out of all this, your pain is what I regret most, and I will carry the knowledge of that hurt with me for the rest of my life, and acknowledge that I did that to you. Oh, don't get me wrong. I regret with every atom of my being what I did, regret folding to his demand, regret not finding another job, regret going to work for the company in the first place, even moving to this town. I reg

It was the first time he realized that the woman he liked and protected for years was nothing but a common gold digger. He pushed Sophie away and yelled at her with suppressed anger and pain. "Get out!" The police dragged the struggling woman out of the old Chilton Mansion. When the doors closed, Noel felt every ounce of energy pulled out of his body. He turned around in despair and met with a familiar pair of eyes. They belonged to Stella. He felt even more depressed at the sight of her. He opened his mouth to call out to her. "Stella…" She ignored him. Stella reached out to Eric with her hand and spoke softly and tenderly.