A short story about regret 

 by kookooky
You idiot, the girl screamed. She pointed to the ceiling. On it was pitcures of
her, smiling, making a pretend pouty face, posing at the beach. She could
see all the days they had spent together, suspended from the ceiling like
little lanterns.

Did you do this?

He smiled. Yes, I did. 

Her jaw dropped. Tears were streaming down her face. Why?

You're special. And I know you're really mad at me, and if you still are after
this, I'll leave. I'll take down all these pictures of us and get out of your life.
I just want you to know that I'm really sorry. I've changed, and I hope you'll
give me another chance.

She felt torn in two. This man, who hurt her so much, was making an effort
to get her back. The world started to blur even more as tears filled her eyes.
She felt too tired to say anything. But what he did was unacceptable, and he
might still be lying. She balled up her hands into fists and told him to leave
as calmly as she could.

After he left, she pulled out a chair and pulled off all the pictures. She drank
some tea, read a book, and went to bed.

The next morning, he was on the front page of the paper. He had jumped off
his 18th floor balcony and comitted suicide.

And she was never the same again, for she was overcome with so much
regret.