AN: Okay, so I did this for an English essay, and I was SO excited about it, because it was such an amazingly FUN essay (oxymoron, you say?) and I had so much fun doing it. Okay, so I cheated a bit and used someone elses story, but I credited it. And really, its not like it's a totally NEW story. Other people might have this story.

Anyway, here it is. Feedback is WAY appreciated.

Disclaimer: I don't own LOST. I don't own the characters you see here (if you can't take a wild guess as to who they are...well, you're stupid. Kidding. I swear). I also don't own the idea of making people into emotions. I learned that via my English teacher, who learned it herself via The Book of Qualities. Read it. It's good.

Regret

Regret stares out before her at the blue sky, picking at her slightly frayed, almost-orange sweater. She sits on a beach and watches the surf, or walks through a blanket of trees, hoping to forget something that always holds a spot in the back of her mind. Regret thinks about the friends she's had, and sits with Solitude. They never speak, but always, Regret knows what her companion is thinking and feeling, and she wishes she had done more. She remembers the time her words were too harsh, and the words hurt Anger, broke through the armor he had erected. She remembers that later, after the derisive words had been overlooked, and they became a friend to Companionship, Anger had managed to bruise her.

When he had left, he'd attempted goodbyes. Regret hates that she didn't say goodbye. She doesn't know if she'll ever see that which had once been Anger, but had changed into something altogether different the longer they were together, changed into Compassion, ever again. And so she hides behind lime green tee shirts and mahogany hair, blowing in the wind. Her face is lit by firelight, and it puts some features into stark reality, but the firelight makes things disappear that would, anywhere else, be conveyed.

Regret tends to conveniently forget the way Compassion looked at her before she turned and walked away, and instead remembers the way he would sometimes look at her, when he thought no one was looking. Regret begins the day knowing that, for whatever reason, she will not see Compassion that day. She remembers Love finding her one-day to tell her that her husband, Rapture, was hurt. Love said she could feel it, even though Rapture was nowhere near her. And Regret thinks about only one thing. Compassion had been with Rapture. Compassion had stared at her, the night before he left, begging for something, anything that would keep him near her. And when she had given him nothing, he had left. And now all Regret had was the look in his eyes. And so she keeps that memory safe, and close to her heart, in the hope that someday, she will see the face again. She will see the eyes that show her the soul of Compassion.

Regret is sometimes jealous of Loneliness. She wishes she could have the peace and quiet that comes with it, instead of the hustle and bustle that surrounds her now. She wants a place where the noise does nothing but remind her of the good things in her life. Regret has always desired a place where she was not accepted right away, but had to earn respect, as Compassion had made her do. She wants to be noticed for the things she has done. She wants to be thought of because of the things she might do. She wants someone to tell her Compassion is all right, and that he has not reverted back to Anger. But mostly, Regret just wants to say goodbye.

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Okay, so...how was it?