Apologies Are For The Weak Novels & Stories

“Shh... don’t cry. I’m fine.” “Sorry, please forgive me. I— I was such a fool for not believing what you said. I— you deserve to hate me. I’m the one who caused it all. It feels like a thousand times. I apologize, it’s never enough just remember that you’re the one suffering here.”

"I can't make a takeover for now. The rejection took a toll on me. I'm too weak to even lend you my wolf form..." I sighed and closed my eyes. After that, I nodded. "I understand, Apollo. I'll just walk, then..." "I'm sorry, Omnibus..." "It's okay, Apollo. We're both weak, aren't we?" I laughed wryly and started to walk the way to his majesty's library. ***** "W-what?

'Weak' is one word made of four alphabets but has shaken my whole life. Being an alpha wasn't easy for me, it ruined my innocence and made me the cruel man I am today, a heartless and cold-blooded monster who only knows to kill and punish, no love no warmth nothing ever resided in my heart when I possessed the leadership in my hands seven years ago, that day I left a weak and sweet Ajax back and became this.

“Because of everything I said, did, because of the pain, I caused you, even though I had my faults, it does not justify my actions, and I want you to know that I am truly sorry. “ I regret it, and I will try my whole life, to make amends to you, to be the man you want me to be,” he finished, in a quieter tone. “I know,” she said softly, caressing his face. “But I don’t want you to change, and I understand your actions, because I don’t think I would ever have the strength to tell you the truth to your face, it’s better if you’ve seen it,” her eyes watered, when she looked down, but he turned, gently, towards himself.

He knew that a simple sorry wasn't going to solve anything but it was better than saying nothing. " Apology not accepted."

"He's here to apologize." I was already too weak. I didn't have the strength to process whatever he said. "I'm sorry, Celeste", his low guilt-laced tone broke me into pieces, and I could barely stand. His heavy eyes were too dark for me to stare at. "I know that is barely enough to make up for what I did to you. I understand if you hate me right now. I made a mistake. I shouldn't have listened to that witch. I shouldn't have let you go through this pain. Celeste, I need you to forgi-"

I released her immediately, then lowered myself from the bed until I was kneeling in front of her. Ciara stared at me, stunned. “What are you doing?” “I’m sorry.” The words felt unfamiliar. Not because I had never regretted anything, but because Oracle taught me that apologies created weakness. My mother said regret had no purpose unless it helped the plan. Mr. Dagon laughed whenever I showed guilt, calling it proof that living among humans had made me soft. But none of them were here. Only Ciara. “I am sorry for what I did to you,” I continued. “For the way I spoke to you, the things I allowed and every moment you felt unsafe in this house.”

I am writing these lines as a man who has finally found the courage to stand tall and face every storm of mistakes he created himself. Ziyi, I am sorry. Sorry for every tear that fell from your beautiful eyes because of my negligence. Sorry for failing to be the shield that protected you, and instead becoming the thorn that pierced deepest into your heart. I know that an apology from me is the most useless thing in the world right now.

"We were wrong. We used your strength as an excuse to neglect you and we told ourselves it wasn't neglect because you were still standing." I listened without responding. My mother's eyes were wet and her voice trembled when she finally spoke. "We were wrong to forget about your allergy that day. You were in so much pain and we left you there and we didn't —" Her voice broke. She pressed her fingers to her lips and tried again. "You must have felt so completely alone. It was our fault. All of it. Your father and I are so deeply sorry, Kira. We want to make it right. We want to try. Can you find a way to forgive us?"

I am angry, but not at her. I am mad at the incompetent staff. So many people here but no one noticed her leave. I tried my best to soften my expression towards her. “It’s okay,” I encouraged. She let go and walked towards me. I hugged and lifted her, my eyes quickly scanning her. She looked fine, no bruises, still clean except for her muddied shoes. This woman who brought her back didn’t hurt her, but I still don’t trust her yet.