Your Regrets Means Nothing To Me Novel の小説・ストーリー

Oh my goodness, Adrian! What did you just do?! Talk about the ultimate weight of regret. The very man who publicly rejected Kaela on the grounds of being "powerless" just threw himself on a node that could literally empty his inner wolf out, all in a desperate, chaotic bid to save his pack and pull her out of the web. I am so incredibly excited to be sharing this Volume 3 arc with you all. Your support means the absolute world to me, and I love seeing you unlock these chapters every day! I will never tire of telling all of you how much you mean to me.

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.

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

" Noel turned pale, and he no longer dared to say a word. Sophie's last hope was crushed when Noel did nothing. She struggled out of the police's grip with all her might to lunge at Noel and give him a hard slap. Her voice was filled with despair. "Noel Chilton! I didn't expect you to be a weak, useless, and hard-hearted man! I was wrong about you. No wonder Stella Judd doesn't like you. You deserve to be dumped by her and used by me. Hahaha!

"If this is truly your decision, then I will respect it. Remember this. No matter what happens, this will always be your home." Tears spilled over. I wrapped my arms around her. "Thank you, my Lady." As long as I severed all ties with Caspian, the tragedy of my previous life would not repeat itself. He would live long, and Valdrin and Derya would never fall into despair or hate me so deeply. This life would end well for everyone. The second regret written in Caspian's journal, his regret at failing to resist his parents' arrangement, should count as resolved as well. Should it not?

OV No one knows how but everyone has things that they regret. Some regret not treasuring what they had, but they realize too late that what they had was precious. Some regret unsaid thoughts and words when they had the opportunity to say them. Others regret not being courageous enough to take risks. Hamdan was no exception. He had a lot of regrets. He regretted being selfish, he regretted not trusting his beloved wife, he regretted driving her away yet his biggest regret was not being there for his wife. The last call she made to him was like a wakeup call to his selfish self.