Your Regrets Won't Bring Me Back Novels & Stories

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 know you never listen to anyone, so I'm not going to bother talking you out of it." Lucy lounged back on the couch in a relaxed posture as she spoke to John. "I just hope you'll think this through. If Sierra and Tommy walk away over this and never look back, are you going to regret it?" John held the bottle in his left hand and poured himself another drink without saying a word. There were already too many regrets in his life. The one he regretted most had happened when he was still young.

“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?”

[ 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.

SLAP! “Fu***ng bastard! ” I screamed, my voice trembling with rage. A red handprint bloomed on his cheek, but he didn’t even flinch. Instead, he stood there, his eyes filled with desperate longing. “Can you come back?" he pleaded, his voice breaking. “Come back to what?" I shot back, my words like venom. “This is the path you chose, Cole! Don’t tell me you regret it now.” “Yes, I regret it! ” he blurted out, the raw emotion in his voice catching me off guard. “I never thought I’d feel this way, but I do. I regret everything. I regret driving you away.” I froze, momentarily stunned. This was Cole, proud, arrogant Cole.

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.

"And now, haven't you lose me now?" "We can always make things right again. Please, just give me one more chance to make you the happiest person you've always dreamt of. I am okay even if we don't have sex. Just one more chance. I regretted everything, I have always been living in regret also. I was happy I saw you the other day. I was happy I can finally make things right even though I can't give back what you have lost." "You regretted but you couldn't search for me. Instead, you ran off to the states, you –"

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.

Death leaves a heartache no one can heal, love leaves a memory no one can steal. Boston, USA Regret is a strong emotion, so strong that it has the capacity to keep you trapped in the past forever. When a bout of regret strikes you, it cripples you from within. Like creepy insects crawling under your skin. Your own brain paralyzes you into submission and you are stuck in an era bygone, stuck in the loop of “what could have been”. It was a cool evening and the setting sun was beautifying the sky as if it was a Van Gogh masterpiece. A blood red Maybach is cruising along a deserted stretch of the highway overlooking lush green countryside. An enigmatic sight, a beautiful mechanic beast cruising

The grandeur of my achievements felt inconsequential in the wake of the profound loss that engulfed me. Sleep eluded me, and when the night descended, I found myself grappling with the shadows of regret that haunted my thoughts. The love letters from Isabella, concealed artifacts of a past I had failed to confront, now lay bare the complexities of my heart. The symphony of regret played relentlessly in the recesses of my mind, each note a reminder of the choices that had led to this desolate chapter of my life.