Apologies Are For The Weak Novels & Stories

I do not want them to see my tears stroll down my cheeks. I do not want them to see me being weak again. They already used to see me crying. I want to show them that I am not weak anymore. That my feelings has change and I do not easily get hurt like before. I am strong and bold this time. That is final. I am a strong woman. “Thank you. Please, do forgive me for what I have done.” They deserve my apology. And I am willing to apologize to them even how many times it will be.

“Have you never apologized before? Why is it so hard for you to say?” “I feel weak when I say it.” “You don't feel weak, and you only think it makes you weak. However, what many don't know is owning up to your mistake makes you disciplined and more respected.” “Well, I do know how to say it when necessary.” “Saying is a different thing? Do you mean it?” “Are you going to school all night?” “Who am I to school, his royal majesty? Pardon my rudeness.” I let out a short laugh. “You are mocking me.”

But I know when an apology is due and I need to let her and the other Black Shadow warriors know it too. ‘I’m sorry,’ I said as I opened the link to everyone, ‘I never thought that any of you are weak nor did I think that you can’t do the job. I just can’t take the thought that any of you would get hurt, and just like what happened earlier, someone did but not because you are weak, but because she believed that I can’t see.’ There was silence in the mind link and yet I could feel their heartbeats, sorrow, regrets, and a bit of relief that I was finally able to see what I couldn’t see before.

After a moment of silence, he spoke in a quiet voice. "I'm sorry for last night. I didn't mean to treat you like an animal on a leash." Being plagued by his previous indifference, the sincere apology touched her, sparking a flicker of hope. Perhaps their situation would improve after this. Staring into his face, she saw an obvious sign of weariness. His eyes had lost their usual sparks, and the rings below his eyes had become a shade darker. He looked totally worn out. Feeling an unexpected tenderness, she replied in the same quiet voice.

Ever since Im Yuna's wedding reception, his attitude has changed - it's terrifying and makes me shiver when he gives me a piercing stare. He's got me confused, and I've been racking my brain, trying to figure out what I did wrong, but I come up empty. I don't want to apologize when I don't feel like I'm at fault. Even though I'm foolish, I'm not that foolish. Or am I? I'm truly foolish. Agreeing to pay the compensation is proof of my greatest folly.

Ryan shrugged as non verbal response and raised his head to stare right into his dad's eyes, even when it's his mum who had asked a question "Anything wrong with an apology?" The older man stared back at him with meaningful eyes, making Ryan lower his head back to the table. I recalled when Ryan told me how he was taught not to go about apologizing because it signifies weakness. I still don't understand the connection between apology and weakness. It's just confusing. Moments later, our mouth was busy chewing the food on the table, and also talking about random things. My mind wasn't really at what is being discussed at the table, but at Ryan. My gaze keeps sliding to his live image beside m

What was usually strength, now showed a strange vulnerability. "You shouldn't—I'm sorry." He said. I don't like caring about anyone, Anderson. Of course he was sorry. Why, I wanted to ask him again. Because I never knew how much it could hurt when somebody apologized to you. He never apologized to anyone, but he was doing that right now. Almost as if he was sorry he couldn't have kissed me back, sorry that I wasn't his type. "Like I said," I gently pulled back my wrist from his grasp. "It's fine."

He wouldn’t look at me. “Taylor, you didn’t do anything wrong. I just need to go. It’s not you, it’s just me,” he said. I cringed. Wow. That was the best he could come up with? It wasn’t me, it was him. He realized he’d used the worst phrase possible just as I realized I was the only one still naked. I quickly found my t-shirt and slipped it over my head as I desperately fought back tears that I knew would come any moment now. I refused to cry in front of him. Refused to cry over another jackass of a man.

Couldn't bear the weight of failure crushing us. "I'm sorry," I said. Voice cracking. "I'm sorry I couldn't protect you both from this. From my weakness. From my failures. I'm sorry I'm not strong enough. Not brave enough. Not enough." The words hung in the cold air. Heavy. True. Painful. But neither Kael nor Elara responded. The walls between us were still up. Still solid. Still impenetrable. And apologies weren't enough to break them down. We sat in our separate spaces. Each alone with our thoughts. Our fears. Our failures.

She had developed it into a precise instrument over many years — the kind of waiting that was entirely still on the surface and entirely attentive underneath, that gave the other person the space to arrive at whatever they had come to say without the pressure of being watched arriving at it. Jade looked at the row of lockers. She uncrossed her arms. She crossed them again. "I owe you an apology," she said. Lily looked at her. She had not predicted this. She had a model for Jade, had been running it since the first week, updating it with each new data point — and the model had not produced this as an output. Not because Jade was not capable of it, she had not made that assessment, but because